Devilish Smile

A thundering knocking―or banging to be precise― disturbed the peace of the chef's school dorm room, accompanied by a loud, male voice shouting, "Teruteru-chaaaaaan, Fubuki desperately needs your help!!" The banging ceased the moment the student answered his door, just to be greeted by the musician's face full of 'dilemma' written all over it.

"Teruteru-chan, Fubuki's in a BIG trouble and he can only ask YOU for help! Cause ya see, the faculty in charge of clubs noticed his grade falling like a landslide on a super slippery mountain. She says if Fubuki keeps this up then he'd hafta kiss his light music club good bye but he's nothing without his club!! He can't even be called Super High School Level Light Music Club Member anymore!" Both of his fists clenched in front of him and lips curved down into a huge frown. The club meant everything to him next to his music as he can't see the point of going to school anymore if the club had to be forced to disband.

42. A picnic basket full of goods

Today was the annual event of blooming cherryblossom watching day and the musician was in his usual up beat mood with a picnic basket in his hand, humming while making his way down to the park.

"Fubuki thinks it's gonna be SUPER beautiful this year!~ He's gonna bet Peko-chan will be thrilled to see all the pretty cherryblossoms with lotsa good ready-made food from the convenience store~"

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The nurse isn’t busy for once, merely making sure that everything in the infirmary is sterilized and in perfect condition in case it’s needed later on—and knowing how reckless the others can be, it will probably happen. 

She smiled slightly, silently pleased with how everything is—for once—neat and orderly. There’s not a backlog of patients and she’s finally caught up on the required vaccinations and check ups. 

She washes her hands just to make sure they are as clean as possible even though she has no real intent on doing anything that requires them to be that clean, it’s just a habit after being a nurse for so long. 

The door opens and she turns, about to cheerfully greet the one entering when she sees something is wrong. The male alternate of the Ibuki Mioda she knows is injured badly, having to lean against a student she doesn’t know just to get around. The unknown student helps Fubuki into the infirmary, helping set him down gently in a chair. 

"Got in fight with someone. Not sure who or why though, found him like this, thought I would bring him to you." The student tells Mikan before leaving without a second glance towards the music club member. 

The nurse immediately begins gathering the supplies she thinks are needed, glancing over at him repeatedly. “M-Mioda-san, what happened?” She asked, kneeling next to him and trying to get a closer look at his wounds. “Y-you look like you got hit b-by a vehicle practically…!” She exclaimed, standing once more to grab the supplies and set them on the table next to where Fubuki is sitting. 

"N-nevermind, don’t tell me….just…just t-try and take it easy, alright? I’ll p-patch you up in no time…!" 

The poor injured boy's vision was hazy even upon the arrival at the school clinic when he heard a shaky voice of a female gently speaking to him. Mustering all of the energy left in him, he slowly turned his head towards the voice and focused his blurred vision towards the figure. "W-Where... is this..?"

(( Get to work, Hon. ))