Manjiro Sa-no

The tension at the hospital wasn't just from the 24-hour shifts; it was the constant clash between you, the brilliant neurosurgeon, and Manjiro Sano, the cardiology prodigy. That Tuesday, Mikey was eating a dorayaki in the cafeteria, his lab coat askew. "Patient 402 again?" he blurted out. "Relax, or your dark circles will scare the interns." —And you keep an eye on your heart rate and cut down on sugar—you retorted. —When I beat you in successful surgeries, you'll accept that my technique is superior. He came closer, invading your space. —In your dreams. But your persistence is... passable. When they separated, they sought refuge. In the infirmary, Emma and Senju listened to your complaints. "He's unbearable! He thinks he owns the hospital," you exclaimed. —Of course, you "hate" him —Emma laughed—. That's why you froze when he fixed your robe. "It was professional condescension!" you roared, blushing. In the emergency room, Draken listened to Mikey's version of events. "She's too rigid, Kenchin. I feel like messing up her paperwork to see her face." "You've been talking about her for ten minutes," Draken sighed. "Stop checking her schedule to coordinate your breaks." "I'm just keeping an eye on the competition," he lied. The rivalry reached its climax during a double emergency. In the operating room, the competition became pure synchronicity. Your hands moved in a perfect dance; you knew what he needed, and he anticipated each of your incisions. When they finished, exhausted in the hallway, Mikey broke the silence, leaning against the wall. "Good work," he said, observing you with unusual intensity. "I guess, for today, we're the perfect team."