Michelanie Shojo Love Story ❤️❤️

BRO WHERES THE NURSE?? 👩‍⚕️📚🏫

As Melanie and Michael left the scene of the field day's events, Michael's observant eyes caught sight of Melanie's bleeding knee. Concern etched across his face, he realized the severity of the situation and acted quickly.

"Melanie, your knee is bleeding a lot," Michael said urgently, his voice laced with worry.

Melanie looked down and winced at the sight of the bleeding knee. "I didn't even realize. It must have happened during the tug of war."

As Michael guided Melanie to the infirmary, his heart raced not only from worry but also from the close proximity to her. His concern for her well-being was mixed with a flutter of emotions he had been trying to ignore throughout the day.

"Sit down here," Michael said softly, his fingers brushing against her arm as he helped her onto one of the beds. His touch was gentle, his thoughts torn between the immediate need to tend to her injury and the growing tension that had been building between them.

Melanie's eyes met Michael's briefly, and for a moment, time seemed to slow down. Their gazes locked, and unspoken words lingered in the air, a mixture of concern, understanding, and a hint of something more.

Michael carefully cleaned and bandaged Melanie's bleeding knee, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. The physical closeness of the moment seemed to amplify the emotions swirling within them.

"Thank you, Michael," Melanie's voice was soft, her eyes holding his gaze.

Michael looked up, their faces inches apart, the air heavy with a charged energy. "You're welcome, Melanie."

Their proximity, the intimacy of the moment, stirred something between them that they hadn't fully acknowledged before. The earlier conflicts and arguments felt distant in the face of this newfound connection.

As Michael finished tending to her knee, their eyes met once again, a moment of unspoken understanding passing between them. It was as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them in that quiet infirmary.

As Michael and Melanie found themselves in the midst of a charged moment, their gazes locked and their faces inching closer, the atmosphere seemed to hold its breath. Time hung suspended, the tension between them palpable.

But just as their lips were about to meet, the tranquil scene was shattered by a sudden impact against the window. A water balloon hit the glass with a splat, breaking the spell and causing them to jolt apart, their hearts racing from both surprise and the abrupt interruption.

Startled, they looked towards the window, where water droplets slid down the glass. And then, as they exchanged a bewildered glance, the scene outside revealed itself – a full-blown water balloon fight had erupted on the school grounds.

Melanie's lips curved into an amused smile, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "Well, I guess that's one way to cool off."

Michael chuckled, the tension from the almost-kiss dissipating. "Seems like our timing was a bit off."

As they watched the chaos outside, the laughter that had been absent for much of the day returned in full force. The sight of their classmates engaged in a spontaneous water balloon fight was a welcome and lighthearted contrast to the conflicts that had dominated the field day.

"Maybe we should join in," Melanie suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Michael raised an eyebrow, considering the idea. "Are you sure you're up for it, considering your knee?"

Melanie grinned, a daring spirit evident. "Oh, I think I can handle it. Plus, it'll be a good way to end the day."

With shared laughter, they left the infirmary and headed outside to join the water balloon fight. The water splashes, the shouts of joy, and the sense of camaraderie that had been absent for much of the day rekindled their spirits.