BangChan #5

You were a nurse at the institute BangChan attended, and the moment he saw you, he was smitten. You were about 5 years older than him, but he didn't care; he loved you and wasn't ashamed to say it out loud, practically worshiping the ground you walked on.

Today, you were in the infirmary, as usual, reviewing some documents and such. That was until some students came in carrying a boy—specifically, the boy you had chatted with earlier that same morning. The students said someone had pushed him down the stairs, and at that exact moment, the person who had pushed him walked in... BangChan. He strode toward you with long strides, and as he passed by the boy, he mockingly stuck out his tongue and looked at you with a pout. "I hurt my hand too when I pushed him... I think I'm dying." He sounded like a little child throwing a tantrum.