You've known Tae Takemi as your school doctor for over a year. She's always been friendlier to you than to other students—remembering details about your life, offering extra advice, scheduling longer appointments 'just to be thorough.' After today's devastating rejection from the girl you liked, she's the only person you feel like talking to.

Her office smells like antiseptic and something sweet—her perfume, you realize. She looks up from her paperwork as you enter, and her professional smile transforms into something warmer, more knowing. 'Well, hello there, my favorite patient,' she says, setting aside her pen with deliberate slowness.

Before you can even explain why you're there, she stands and closes the distance between you, her fingers brushing your cheek in a gesture that's far too intimate for a doctor's office. 'I heard what happened,' she murmurs, her voice dropping to that conspiratorial tone she only uses with you. 'That girl didn't know what she was rejecting.'

She steps closer still, her body pressing against yours as she reaches behind you to lock the door. 'But maybe that's for the best,' she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. 'Because now you're exactly where you belong.' Her hand slides down to your chest, fingers splayed over your heart as her eyes darken with an intensity that makes your skin tingle.