Chapter Text
If Tenko Chabashira was being honest, she was not expecting to fall in love in the nurse’s office, lying on a cot without one of her shoes at 11 in the morning on the fourth day of school.
There she was: minding her business, leg elevated, and idly tracing circles on her skin, when someone she assumed to be the nurse walked in.
She had pretty long hair that shone purple when the tacky fluorescent light was on it. She was dressed how you'd expect one to dress for her work, an apron over a shirt and skirt. On the occasion Tenko caught glances of her face, her eyes sparkled like pools of-
Calm down, lesbo.
From where Tenko was, the nurse looked awfully young for her position, but then again, from what she had seen Hope’s Peak wasn’t exactly the best with some of their choice of staff. She was glad it was a woman though, she’d be damned if she was letting some random degenerate male touch her!
While Tenko was internally cursing the male gender, a clatter sounded from where she had seen the nurse before, and the woman was nowhere to be found.
“Hello?” She called out, glancing around.
“A-ah! d-down here.”
Confused, Tenko looks towards the foot of the door where the nurse is laying sprawled on the ground in a- uh- compromising position.
The woman lets out a squeak as she tries- and fails to pick herself up.
“Hold on,” Tenko calls to her, “I’ll help you up!”
She swings her legs off of the cot, failing to remember the reason she’s in here in the first place.
As she takes her first step, a sharp pain shoots through her foot. Wincing, she attempts to take another step, being careful not to put pressure on the injured limb, as the nurse calls out:
“W-wait! You s-shouldn’t injure your leg anymore than it a-already is!”
Huffing, Tenko keeps moving, limping as she does. “Don’t be ridiculous, there’s no way I’d leave a woman to suffer!” She valiantly declares, leaning against a wall as she puts up a fist.
The nurse turns her head away, blushing furiously as she murmurs:
“Ah.. y-you really shouldn’t, it’s my f-fault for being so careless…”
But, Tenko, already kneeling down to help her up, chooses to ignore the protests, and clumsily pulls the two of them up to stand.
“Uh, t-thank you…” the nurse mutters, twirling her hair.
Cute…
Smirking, she replied, “It was no issue whatsoever! I’m Tenko Chabashira! As a girl and master of Neo-Aikido, it is my duty to protect my fellow women!” The other woman flinching slightly at her volume.
They stand there for a moment, before the nurse suddenly jumps up and exclaims “O-oh! Your l-leg! I’m so s-sorry…”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. You’re the nurse, right?”
“U-uhm y-yes, I’m M-Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse.”
Ah, so she was a student here. That explains it. She had heard about an Ultimate Nurse in one of the second year classes, but such a job shouldn’t be left solely to a young woman! Although, she was probably amazing at it.
Cute name, too.
Mikan helped Tenko back up onto the cot, her fingers brushing across her legs as Mikan propped her foot back onto the pillow. Tenko blushed lightly at the contact, shuddering slightly at Mikan’s cold hands.
She has nice hands…
The nurse drew back at the movement, and made an apologetic noise, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“H-have you-” she stuttered, “Uh, h-how did you injure it?”
Tenko replies, “It happened during gym, I was tripped on the track and it started to hurt,” She frowned. Himiko noticed her pain and helped her to the nurse’s office. “Some degenerate male must have shoved me to limit my potential!” She continued, making a fist and slamming it into her palm.
Mikan frowns and looks over her ankle. “Ah, Tenko, D-do you mind r-removing your socks?” she says, before flushing and quickly adding, “N-not in a lewd way, I s-swear!”
Tenko huffs and removes her sock, flexing her toes and wincing when she moves her ankle.
“Don’t worry, I trust a marvelous, cute girl like you completely! Your intentions are completely pure, unlike a chauvinist pig male!” She winks at the nurse.
“M-marvelous?! C-cute?! Me?”
The younger girl chuckles at her reaction and looks at the nurse for instruction.
Mikan blushes at the eye contact and says, “H- uh- how much would you say it h-hurts on a scale of 1 to 10..?”
She thought about this for a moment. If 10 was the worst, would that be the same as being brutally murdered? Or would it be closer to a major illness? How would you know?
Mikan, unaware of Tenko’s inner monologue, fidgets with the button on her shirt.
Oh my gosh. that’s adorable.
…
“Tenko?”
“What?”
…
“Oh! My apologies!”
“I-It’s okay! I uhm, need to know though, s-sorry.”
Tenko grimaces and looks over her swollen ankle.
“I would have to say five. It hurts more when I move it.”
Mikan hums in response and reaches for her leg, but without warning, jumps and mutters a string of apologies.
“A-ah.. I’m so sorry, b-but I have to touch your ankle, is that okay?” Mikan looked very unsure of herself, and Tenko urged to comfort her. She must be really paranoid. (Did some horrible male make her think this way!?)
“Why of course,” She chuckled, “you’re the nurse. You have my full consent, don’t worry about it.” She gave a beaming smile towards Mikan, hoping to console the meek girl.
Mikan exhales, and mutters a quick, ‘thank you.’ before continuing to inspect the injury.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Ow!’
“A-ah! I’m so sorry! Does it hurt there?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mikan finally finishes her exam and concludes:
“It’s p-probably a minor sprain, it h-happens when the ligaments are pushed too-” She cuts herself off and bows her head in shame. “O-oh, I’m rambling, I’m so sorry.”
Tenko puts her hand on Mikan’s shoulder (Which is difficult because she’s still on the cot)
and quickly reassures her, “It’s completely fine, you have a sweet voice and you were kind enough to treat me!”
Mikan squeaks and continues, “A-ah well, you should stay away from sports for a few weeks, and make sure to rest for the next couple of days. You s-should probably start exercising your muscles again after that..”
“No sports? A few weeks!?” Tenko exclaims.
“I-i’m sorry! It’s j-just standard protocol! The older girl croaks, sniffling.
“Ah, it’s alright, I’m not mad at you….”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tenko Chabashira walks out of the nurse’s office with a bandaged foot, a note excusing her from physical activity, and a crush on Mikan Tsumiki.
Fuck.
Why did she have to fall in love with every pretty girl she met?