Leiko Hamada: Warakuma High- Front Gates
Eventually, the senior seemed to comply with Leiko's suggestion, despite the casual and standoffish stance he was attempting to portray before her, made evident by his sassy smile and body language. Honestly, it was a little weird to Leiko, and part of her wanted to point out why he was acting so strangely around her, but she momentarily lost her grip on her words as she felt someone's eyes on her. Turning her head ever so slightly, she looked into the crowd and noticed the thickly built and muscular foreign student from before, looking over in her direction: the latecomer to her club, Alexei Dragunov. Leiko's first impression of him as a person had been poor, so it took her quite by surprise when he made some kind of formal bow towards her before carrying on his way. Leiko didn't really know what to make of it, so she merely felt herself stare blankly at his retreating form, before finally turning her attention back onto her injured senior.
Hashimoto clearly hadn't noticed her brief moment of distraction however, as he held his bloodstained fingers to his lips and began to flinch from the pain that was obviously starting to bother him. Very briefly, a flicker of concern crossed her face as she eyed his smarting lip, but as soon as it came, her features returned to her default frown. "Come on then, let's not waste any more time...", she sighed, and soon the two of them headed back into the building.
Leiko Hamada: Warakuma High- Nurse's Office
Leiko tapped her foot impatiently, her arms tightly folded around herself as she watched Hashimoto stare down the nurse's office door like it was some kind of gateway to hell. This is getting ridiculous, she thought grumpily, wondering how someone who acted so cool earlier could be so awkward now. Her disbelief would only grow when he turned his head to look at her with a disconcerting smile and said "You can do the honours if you'd like."
A look that was nothing short of incredulous appeared on Leiko's face at his suggestion, her eyebrows knitting into a disapproving scowl as she turned and knocked on the door primly.
City boys were such babies.
"Come in!" A chipper voice that was steeped in an obvious Kansai accent answered her knock and Leiko wasted no time in opening the door and entering the office.
The office itself was nothing out of the ordinary; the usual human anatomy posters decorated the walls, along with medicine cabinets, a bookcase full of medical textbooks, an observation table, and a decrepit model of a skeleton lurking in the corner of the room. Basically, exactly what you would expect to find in a nurse's office.
As for the nurse himself...well...
"Hmm? Oh, Hamada-chan!~" A tall, burly looking male in scrubs turned away from his computer and looked over to her with an undisguised look of delight, before standing up from his desk chair to approach her.
The nurse's rugged and muscular frame towered over the young girl, his mouth widening into a pearly white grin as he eyed Leiko head-to-toe. "Oh my, look at you! You look as beautiful as always Hamada-chan! Tell me, is that new perfume?"
"It's certainly not old," was Leiko's response, seemingly undeterred by the nurse's somewhat... extravagant nature. Some would perhaps find it strange that someone like Leiko could deal with the eccentricities of the school nurse in such a way, but she was the Drama Club President both by name and by nature. Dealing with colourful personalities was almost a normality for her. "But anyway, I have a request to make."
"Anything for you, sweetie. Wait, don't tell me...you sprained your wrist again?" The nurse sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly as he crossed his arms, pulling the material of his shirt tight against his ripped body. "Honestly, girl, you need to watch that temper of yours..."
"I was rehearsing that time," Leiko replied swiftly, narrowing her eyes in such a way that only made the nurse chuckle. "I just...really got into the role. Anyway!" She turned her head and gave a pointed look at Hashimoto, who was still lurking by the door. Plotting whether or not he needs to make a swift exit, no doubt. "I'm here on behalf of one of my club members."
"Oooh?" The nurse crowed, looking over Leiko's head at the young man with an excited gleam in his dark eyes. "I see, I see! I haven't seen this one around before." He strode over to Sato purposefully, an unbreakable grip tightening around each of the boy's arms as he strong armed him into the office. "Please, feel free to sit down and relax and let me look at you." Firmly, he pushed Sato's shoulders down so that the boy had little choice but to fall backwards onto the observation table, the nurse's eyes roving over the student's much smaller frame unscrupulously. "My, my. He's a cute one, Hamada-san. Your taste is impeccable."
"Please." Leiko sounded dismayed at his words, rolling her eyes to the ceiling even as she leaned herself ever so casually against the door until it closed with a soft click. She had a feeling that Hashimoto might attempt to make a quick exit, and there was no way that was happening until he was treated. "I found him wandering out of school like a lost puppy, covered in blood. So I took him here," she answered simply. "Can you help him?"
"Of course I can," the nurse beamed, looking over at Sato appraisingly, his eyes grazing over the cut on his lip as he gave a soft tut. "Please lean yourself back, sir, and relax. I need to be thorough in my ahh, assessment of your physical condition." He reached over and picked out a pair of latex gloves, stretching them over his fingers with a foreboding snap.