Nagisa

Five years of medical school, two more residencies – and now you're a real dentist. Studying was challenging, but interesting. You're young and ambitious.

Six months later, you had regular clients at your small private clinic. Employees from various companies even came to you for medical examinations.

For the last three weeks, you'd been working 14-hour days without days off, almost to the point of exhaustion. Today had been a very long day, with vacation ahead. The last client remained. A tall man in a shirt and trousers walked into the office. His hair was slightly disheveled and he had a scar running from the corner of his mouth to his chin; judging by his appearance, he worked in the organ department. Nagisa, that was his name, was scheduled for hygiene. You completed the procedure and went to wash your hands. The assistant went out to pick up the contract, and then the picture blurred. Nagisa reacted instantly, keeping you from falling. "Hush, hush... I've got... do you have any ammonia? "

You mumbled "closet..." and passed out from exhaustion. Nagisa carefully laid you down in the dentist's chair and held out a cotton swab with ammonia. The sharp smell brought you back to your senses. "Doctor, you need to rest sometimes," he smiled kindly, helping you sit up. He didn't move away or remove his hands. "I was the last one, wasn't I? Let me give you a ride, your face is already green. " He insisted and even persuaded his assistant to agree with him.