Hayato groaned at the sound of nearby stomping, his eyes slowly fluttering open. That nap had seemed like forever, no matter how short, and he was feeling well refreshed. Now, if only he could get back to sleeping... his head perked sideways, however, at the sound of the clattering chair and high heels rushing hurriedly. Groggily, Hayato pulled himself up, wondering what the commotion was, yawning as he lightly pulled at the curtains, catching just in time the black hair that billowed weakly as the girl pulled herself up from gravity, muttering assurance. "I'm fine," she said, contradicting the breathy weakness in her voice, "I'm fine."

"Clearly you're not," Hayato said, having picked himself up and making his way towards the girl, just as the nurse straightened herself out too. "Nanase-san," he called to the teacher as, with swift gentleness he wrapped an arm around the weak girl's retreating figure, easily carrying her up and sauntering over to the bed he'd left as disheveled as his uniform, resting her on it gently, "Can you make sure your patients actually get their proper rest? Honestly." The silver haired transfer student pouted, as though a child playing house and pretending to be the scolding mother.
"Haha, Hayato, you're not too careful yourself," smiled the nurse as she made her way to the cabinets, looking for a cold patch to rest over that awful looking bump on Aoi's forehead, "You don't just carry hurt people around like that all willy nilly."

Wait, hurt? Oh, right. Right. That's probably why she came into the nurse's. Turning to the president he'd seated on the bed, he instantly got on his knees so that it was him looking up and her looking down. That way, she wouldn't have to excert too much effort. Besides, youch. Look at that forehead. "Woah, what happened there?" he asked, almost reaching for it before remembering why he'd gotten on his knees. Straightening himself he offered a quick apologetic nod of the head before saying, "Kiriyama Aoi I apologize for my insolence. Feel free to punish me as you see fit!... Or you know. Just smack me on the cheek. That's fine, too."

He lent her his left cheek, puffing air into it so it was larger, but instead of Aoi's hand- whose name he found out after finally deciding to visit that list of test scores in the middle of his skipping- Nanase-san's hand struck him from the back of his head instead. "How bout instead of screaming, you actually do something useful?" she sighed, giving him the compress, before turning to the student council president and offering an apologetic smile that seemed to say 'I'm-so-sorry-for-this-idiot'. 
"Ah, right," Hayato grabbed at the cold press, slowly peeling at it, dropping the peel onto his lap. Holding the edges gingerly, he ushered with a nod for Aoi to come forward, asking, "Do you mind if I...?" Wondering if it was okay for him to press it onto her or if she'd rather do it herself.

After all, in his two meetings of Aoi, he'd learned she was quite the prideful person.