[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyNanTAsU3s]Warakuma High, Nurse’s Office[/url]

	At his suggestion, Hamada walked forward and knocked on the door with little reservation. A masculine voice, with an obviously non-standard accent, responded to the sound by inviting them in. The girl before the door swung the door open immediately after and Sato followed the girl in, lagging behind by a pace and shutting the door behind them.

	The room was like the other offices he’d seen before. Various anatomical models rested on a counter beside posters depicted more specific parts of the body. Sato glanced over the bookcase full of books on medicine and treatments as he walked by it, noting the variety of medicines accompanying them. At the moment, he decided he’d much rather read those than get treated for his mild, but irritatingly stingy cut. A “[i]Hamada-chan![/i]” pulled him away from his wishes of escape and towards the other half of the room, though the one thing that attracted his immediate attention was the thick-set man clad in the typical uniform for a nurse who easily stood a head taller than Sato himself. It wasn’t exactly what he expected, but it was… a nicer sight than he’d thought he’d get. No old and broken skeleton-of-a-man (besides the disturbingly worn model hung up in the corner) and no uncomfortably sexual thirty-something woman.

	Sato took a slow step back from the two. The school nurse appeared young, probably only a few years out of medical school, and was obviously absurdly muscular, perhaps even [i]too[/i] built. There was no telling what levels of man-handling and force this man could dish out. The third-year took another step back instinctively from the thought but found himself walking into the cabinet behind him. A sterile-looking set of cups rocked around for a bit, a few nearly falling over, but settled without incident. He felt a burn of anxiety and slight embarrassment creep onto his face and slunk over back to the door, feeling the wood for the hand as he observed Leiko striking conversation with the looming nurse.

Just as his hand clasped around the grip of the door, the nurse removed him from the doorway through an iron grip on his shoulders. A soft whimper came from Sato as the man wrestled him over to the observation table and shoving him backwards onto it. “He’s a cute one, Hamada-san.” The nurse said as his eyes ran Sato over. A [i]click[/i] was heard as the door slid shut from Leiko’s body weight against it. He felt a bit uncomfortable at the comment, though he directed a spiteful look at Hamada when she referred to him as a lost puppy. The nurse turned to Hamada for a second, in which time Sato pushed himself back up into a sitting position, though the nurse returned his attention back towards Sato.

The man, standing high above him at that point, requested Sato to lean back for an “[i]assessment[/i]”. A snapping sound alerted the boy, who noticed the nurse had just put on a pair of latex gloves on his hands, and immediately, Sato feared for his purity. He swiftly threw his legs forward, directing a kick at the nurse’s upper legs in a desperate attempt to convey his deep denial. The shot missed as the nurse took a short step back, narrowly avoiding it with a practiced precision. Acting as if nothing happened, the male nurse leaned forward close to Sato’s face, close enough for Sato to notice the recently shaven hairs lining the man’s jawline and upper lip. The man prodded Sato’s face up by the chin and observed the split lip, briefly touching it to gauge the extent of it. Sato broke free from the nurse after recoiling from the graze of his fingers. The nurse walked over to the cabinet once Sato did so, swinging open the doors as far as they would go.

He pulled out an antiseptic lotion and small packaged towellete before returning to his patient, handing the moist towellete to Sato, who immediately cleaned off the bloody wound. The nurse immediately stood back from the table, admiring the fact that he tamed the student, and handed the boy the ointment to him after disposing off the blood-smudged towellete. “Just apply that to the affected area and you’re golden, honey!”

Just as the nurse backed off from the visibly unsettled Sato and began to say something to Hamada, the door opening and a student voicing her request attracted both his attention and a soft coo from his lips, muttering a “[i]So busy…[/i]” under his breath. The girl didn’t look familiar to Sato at all. From a distance, she appeared younger than him and his peers, though the bruises on her face didn’t help his judgement.

Sato creeped over to Leiko, ushering her away from the door. “You saw that, didn’t you?” He hissed the words in a clearly upset tone. “I could feel his breath on me. His warm, husky, breath, Hamada. How often do you deal with stuff like this to stay so composed…?” Questioning his club president over the matter seemed useless, but talking to a normal person seemed a good way to reduce the tension in his body.