Rivals Are My Friends (YanSim Male Rivals)

White Torte (2/3)

Wednesday hummed the same tune as Tuesday and Monday with Hanako visiting the infirmary once again (Seriously all the notes Mujo jotted down to simply document Hanako's visits and aliments was starting to resemble a medical research journal). However he shouldn't have been in for long or even a checkup, just a simple paper drop off.

Hanako's almost daily visit to the infirmary was supposed to be quick. After his parents got a call about a minor allergic reaction and advice to go see their family doctor, they did just that when Hanako got home and took him for a late mid-day but early yearly doctor's visit. He's supposed to pass off the papers to Mujo to update his medical file. In-and-out, three minutes top. Despite that, Mujo was a sickler for follow-ups and asked Hanako to hop up on his table and to make sure everything was fine from yesterday, extending his three minute timer and essentially failing his 'mission'.

Good news was Mujo found no signs that the rash returned and spreaded. If it did it was cleared out by the night doctor. Bad news was-

"Hanako where did you get these marks?" Thin nimble fingers trace the red marks that band across the boy's ribs and over his shoulders. "The exam didn't mention these."

"Oh, I got those after my visit. When I was at Kizano's house." Hanako answers. The raven was a bit bummed out when he had to got to the doctor's on the same night everyone agreed for a sleepover at Kizano's, requested by the host himself because he was totally not deep in the lonely dumps and wanted company in the everly constant empty manor, and he would miss it but he luckily didn't. His check up was pretty quick and he was dropped off at Kizano's house after it was done. "He wanted me to try on some clothes. Specifically a corset."

"A corset?"

"Yeah. He said he needed someone to roleplay with and try on some new outfits since I'm small enough to fit them. The others joined in too but I was mostly the only one at the mercy of Kizano's swifty hands. I call them swifty because one minute they're in one place and the next they're in another while you're still trying to process where they were the first time. It doesn't help that I'm ticklish and he has such nice hands. Have you ever tried not to laugh when being touched by nice hands? It's almost impossible, Nurse Kina." Hanako stops his rambling and traces the red marks. "I guess he must have tightened the strings too tight but he said that was normal."

While the marks prove that Kizano's was a bit heavy handed when it came to dressing up models and he needed to ease up, the marks didn't hurt. Hanako wasn't in pain but they stinged and made him itchy for some reason. However the tight corset was nothing compared to the smothering hug-fest he got from Amao. While being hugged locked, the brunet's mood swung from sobbing in relief that Hanako was okay to scolding and shaking his kohai for not telling that he went to the infirmary. Or not telling anyone for that matter and Hanako then had to answer to not one, but five fussy upperclassmen (Oh being the only first-year of the group came with many pros but many cons).

"Well he is right in part. Corsets are supposed to be pulled tight to a certain extent." Mujo lets out a nervous chuckle, trying to not show that he was mentally freaking out at the formed equation: the word 'roleplay' plus a 'handsy Drama Club leader' times 'others', equals-"Any problems breathing since then?"

"No." Hanamo shakes his head. Unless the nurse counted him getting winded from running up two flights of stairs as breathing problems, but that was a daily occurrence that could be attributed to any student or just Hanako being very unathletic. "But they're itchy for some reason."

"Good~! I mean, it's not good that you have the marks and are itchy. I mean good as in we have ourselves an easy fix that will fade before lunchtime hopefully." Mujo moves to the medicine cabinet once again but plops a step stool in front of it this time.