The old teacher beside him let out a victorious grunt.
"Ah-ha! Found it! Oh… wait, my glasses too? How did they end up here?"
Just like that, Mr. Tanaka miraculously retrieved both his contact lens and his glasses—right after Haruno and Ryouko's heart-stopping moment. It was almost as if his entire presence, along with his conveniently misplaced eyewear, was nothing more than fate playing an elaborate joke. Who knew?
The old teacher gave Haruno a grateful nod, only to pause and squint at him. "Huh? Why is your face so red? Are you sick or something?" He adjusted his glasses, which he only now realized he had been missing. "You're in Class 1-A, right? I'll tell your homeroom teacher you need to head to the infirmary. Good thing Mikado-sensei is here! She'll check on you."
Before Haruno could protest, Mr. Tanaka gave him an approving pat on the back and swiftly scurried off, leaving him alone with Ryouko.
"Well, that settles it," Ryouko said, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "You have permission from Mr. Tanaka, so we should go to the infirmary and see if you're actually sick or not..."
She didn't wait for a response. Instead, she took Haruno's hand and gently pulled him along, her touch firm but unhurried. For an advanced school doctor with years of experience, she knew full well that this boy was not actually sick. No fever, no signs of exhaustion—just a deep, almost unnatural blush spreading across his entire face. And yet, something about him made her pause.
'Geez, what's wrong with me…?' Ryouko thought, unconsciously tightening her grip on his hand. 'Why do I feel like I can't just walk away? We literally just met, and I don't even know his full name. Mr. Tanaka called him… Haruno. Haruno, huh? That's a nice name…'
She glanced down at their intertwined fingers, realizing belatedly that she was still holding his hand. And for some reason, she hadn't let go.
Meanwhile, Haruno was having a crisis of his own.
'Okay, I'm not sick. But if I say I'm fine, then this moment ends, and I don't get to be dragged away by Mikado-sensei. Which would be a tragedy. So obviously… I should just go along with it, right? Yeah. That's the smart move here. Definitely.'
With that totally selfless and logical decision made, Yeah, there was absolutely no ulterior motive behind this decision. No hidden desires. No thoughts of holding hands with a stunningly beautiful school nurse for just a little longer.
None whatsoever.
This was purely a responsible choice, driven by concern for his well-being and respect for his elders. A completely logical and rational decision, free from any trace of worldly temptations.
…Right?
As Haruno walked beside Ryouko Mikado through the halls of Sainan High, he couldn't help but feel like he was floating. Not because of any supernatural force—though given his circumstances, he wouldn't be surprised—but because every step he took was accompanied by the surreal realization that he was being personally escorted by her. The legendary, fan-favorite school nurse. Her lab coat fluttered slightly as she walked, and the faint scent of something sweet—maybe perfume, maybe just her—lingered in the air.
Meanwhile, Ryouko remained composed, though a curious warmth lingered in her chest. She had escorted plenty of students to the infirmary before, yet something about this boy felt... oddly different. It wasn't just his embarrassingly red face or the way he kept sneaking glances at her like he was experiencing divine enlightenment. No, there was something else. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. But for now, she set those thoughts aside. First, she had a 'patient' to check on.
Haruno couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and disbelief. In his past life, he had never been this close to a woman, and in this one, every confession he made had ended in rejection. But now, for the first time, a woman—no, a stunning, mature beauty like Ryouko Mikado—was giving him attention. It felt surreal, like stepping into the pages of a rom-com manga.
Health teachers like her were usually just a fantasy—fan-favorite side characters who appeared for a few scenes before fading into the background. Yet here she was, holding his hand, leading him to the infirmary as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
After arriving at the infirmary, Ryouko wasted no time and began examining Haruno with the practiced ease of a school health doctor, following all the standard procedures—checking his temperature, asking about any discomfort, and lightly pressing his forehead with the back of her hand, all while maintaining her usual calm yet teasing smile.
Honestly, there was nothing particularly different from the medical check-ups Haruno had experienced in his past life. Nurses and doctors had done the same routine—checking his temperature, asking about symptoms, and ensuring everything was normal. However, as he sat there, he realized something surprising. In this new life, he rarely got sick. In fact, his body was noticeably healthier. At just fifteen, he was already as tall as Ryouko Mikado, who herself was considered quite tall for a Japanese woman.
'Well, I guess this is some sort of compensation after making me go through that incurable illness in my past life,' Haruno mused.
By now, the initial flustered redness on his face had faded, and he had mostly calmed down. Still, they continued with the routine check-up, following the process as if there had ever been a real concern to begin with.
"So your name is Haruno Aizawa. Hmm… I don't see anything wrong with you," Ryouko said as she finished her examination, jotting something down on her clipboard.
"It's probably just fatigue—maybe from the chairman's never-ending speech. Or perhaps a lack of sleep? Were you too excited about starting high school, hmm?" she added with a soft chuckle, her teasing tone light and playful.
For some reason, as she looked at him, her mind wandered. She began picturing harmless, silly scenarios—a nervous boy tossing and turning in bed, wide-eyed with anticipation, imagining what his new school life might bring. It was the kind of innocent excitement she felt was typical for someone his age. It was quite rare for her to think or imagined opposite gender like this.
Haruno, on the other hand, wasn't bothered at all by how Ryouko spoke to him. She was just doing her job as a health teacher—acting like the responsible adult to a first-year student. It would've been weirder if she acted any other way. Still, he found himself a little frustrated. He couldn't exactly say, [ Oh, I actually slept fine. It's just that I met a literal god who told me I'd have a hundred soulmates and now I'm kinda overwhelmed.]
So instead, Haruno simply nodded along. In a way, Ryouko wasn't wrong—he was a bit tired. Probably from the surreal experience of meeting a literal god and getting sent to some kind of divine void. Even if it still felt like a dream, it had happened. And maybe, just maybe, he was genuinely excited about his new school life. After all, who wouldn't be, after getting a wish like that?
"Well… it's true that I was really excited to start at Sainan High," Haruno admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "And honestly… that excitement was totally justified. I mean, I just met a health teacher who looks like she walked straight out of one of those fictional stories I used to read…"
His eyes sparkled slightly as he looked at her, clearly trying to sound casual, but the embarrassed smile on his face gave him away.
"Ara…"
Ryouko's lips curled into a smile—not the gentle, teasing one from earlier, but something a little more... sultry.
There was a mysterious twinkle in her eyes, the kind that could make someone forget how to breathe. It was the kind of smile that left Haruno wondering if she was just being playful… or something else entirely.
Author Note
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