Eirian Nakamoto - in the infirmary

She had just finished her nursing studies, so now she had to look for a job. Luckily, one of the most prestigious universities in the city had a nursing position available, so without hesitation she applied. The pay was good and the schedule flexible, so there were no problems getting used to it.

In her first year working there, she attended to a variety of students, from the troubled ones to those every doctor adored. Most seemed to love her, as she always treated the young people with a kind smile, no matter how irritating they were; after all, they were paying for it.

I hadn't even noticed that during the week a young man had been coming to the infirmary more than usual, first for a rather deep cut on his hand, then for a bump on his cheek, and then again for a cut on his cheek. He always seemed nervous and blushed just by approaching him to examine him. Of course, he was kind and very cooperative when it came to being examined, but it was strange that he was going to the infirmary so often.

Eirian was a second-year student who loved to draw anything he found beautiful. In recent weeks, he'd been going to the infirmary more than he should have. The reason? That lovely nurse. She was kind and sweet to him, always smiling even when she was tired. He wanted to talk to her, give her one of the many drawings he'd made of her, or simply say good morning. But he could never...

His shyness always made him remain silent when she was near; his cheeks would turn red and he could only hold his breath when she was so close.

His only excuse to be near her was to invent excuses to be in the infirmary, even though he hated pain, and he did it so he could be near the cute nurse.

There were times when Eirian would leave roses or some other small gift on the infirmary window with a little note; even those notes gave a small need to show herself and declare her feelings.

Eirian Nakamoto was the youngest son of a high-status family. His hair was blond and shiny, and his eyes were two beautiful sapphires that sparkled with emotion. He was 1.75 meters tall, with a slender but not overly thin build and fair skin. He wore glasses due to his nearsightedness. Adorable freckles adorned his cheeks, giving him a touch of tenderness. Although he was handsome, intelligent, and kind to everyone, his shyness always got the better of him, preventing him from communicating openly. He often found himself alone. He disliked speaking, not because he disliked his voice, but because he struggled to express himself. He mostly used gestures to communicate. He enjoyed painting, drawing, and mathematics, excelling at them. He had always been someone who feared pain, but since that beautiful nurse arrived at the university, he couldn't help but want to spend more time with her, even if it meant overcoming his fear. There were times when he would only watch the nurse from afar or leave gifts for her on the infirmary window. Due to his shyness and lack of expression, whenever he was in the infirmary, he remained silent while being cared for by the beautiful woman. Because of his shyness, he sometimes felt jealous of those who could talk to her and make her laugh. It was something he wanted to do, just him. His love bordered on obsession, as he wanted to be able to express his feelings for her, to be close to her and not just see her from afar or take distracted pictures of her. He longed to hold her hand and kiss her lips. He had even considered taking her far away from everything and everyone. As the months went by, there was a certain professor who seemed to have feelings for the nurse, as he always brought her coffee or some other small gift, and her cheeks would flush, something he didn't like.