"Hey, hey?"
Satoru was basically kidnapped by two overbearing senpais and frog-marched to the nurse's office like a death-row inmate. The helplessness hit hard, old memories of isolation and bullying bubbling up.
He comforted himself: the nurse is probably out fishing anyway, no big deal.
But the second he crossed the threshold, a plain-looking guy brushed past, shooting him a glare full of pure envy.
Unfair. Getting escorted by two goddesses? What kind of protagonist privilege is this?!
Satoru stared back, déjà vu tingling. Hallway? Somewhere? Couldn't place him.
Knock knock.
"Aiu-sensei?"
"Come in."
A crisp, young female voice.
Satoru instantly got a migraine. Of all days, the actual doctor was in.
White coat, red short hair, cool mature face with a sharp edge, exactly the Yayoi from that cursed NTR novel.
Aiu looked up, surprised. "Miyajima? And Ayaka?"
Kendo girls were regulars, but dragging in a pretty boy together? First time.
"What happened?"
Sakura practically screamed: "Kobayashi-kun got kicked in the crotch by Coach Higashi!!"
Aiu's professional calm cracked for half a second.
Ayaka took over, recounting the whole circus.
Aiu listened, expression growing weirder by the second. Higashi's infamous gorilla leg… full power… and the kid was standing here chatting?
She stared at Satoru. He stared back.
Name?
No answer. He was openly scanning her face like he'd seen a ghost.
Then he whispered: "…Yayoi?"
Bonk. She lightly smacked his forehead with a folder.
"Don't call your teacher by her first name."
Satoru hissed.
It really was Aiu Yayoi. Which means the guy who just left was Hiro, her brother-in-law.
Satoru's pupils started earthquake mode.
This woman was the heroine of one of the most vicious fake-pure-love NTR books he'd ever read.
"Is your surname Aiu your husband's?"
"Is your husband dead?"
"Is Hiro your husband's little brother?"
"Do you know a guy named Satsuki George?"
"Have you met him yet?"
"Stay far away from him. For you and Hiro both."
Every question was a landmine.
Aiu's face went from confused → cold → outright murderous.
She slammed her pen down, vein throbbing on her forehead.
"Kid… do you wanna die?"
Satoru just looked her dead in the eye, deadly serious.
"I'm saving your life right now. Answer the last question."
Silence.
Aiu's fist clenched so hard the pen cracked.
Outside the door, Sakura and Ayaka pressed their ears against the wood, utterly confused.
Inside, the temperature dropped ten degrees.
The "check-up" had officially derailed into something else entirely.