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Y/N sat quietly on the edge of the hospital bed, her legs dangling off the side as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around her right arm. The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with the faint, rhythmic beeping of medical machines from nearby rooms. The hospital room itself was small but clean, with white walls, a standard bed, and a small window letting in a sliver of evening sunlight. Aizawa stood across the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching the scene unfold in his usual calm, quiet manner. He glanced toward the door every now and then, likely waiting for Yamada to return from his search for a vending machine.
The nurse, a kind woman with short brown hair tucked neatly under a cap, finished the bandaging with a smile. She secured the end with a small sticker that had a cute, pastel Pikachu winking on it. "There we are! You did so well. You'll be healed in no time," she said, giving Y/N a gentle pat on the arm.
She straightened up and turned to Aizawa. "I need to speak with you outside for a moment," she said softly, her professional demeanor unwavering. Aizawa nodded, pushing off the wall, and they both exited the room, leaving Y/N to sit on the bed, absentmindedly kicking her legs as she waited.
Moments later, a sudden, frantic voice echoed through the hallway. "Y/N?! Y/NNNN??!"
Y/N's eyes snapped toward the door, confusion bubbling up inside her as she quickly hopped off the bed. Just as she was about to move toward the hallway, Haruko burst through the door, panting heavily as if she had run the entire way there. Her usual confident, sharp demeanor was nowhere to be seen. Instead, her face was flushed red, her eyes puffy and swollen from crying, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she frantically searched the room.
As soon as she laid eyes on Y/N, she couldn't hold back any longer. "Y/NNN!" she sobbed, rushing toward her and clutching onto her with all her strength. Her tears soaked Y/N's shoulder as she shook with heavy, hiccuping breaths. "Huuu...Y/N..."
Y/N felt her own eyes brimming with tears as she wrapped her arms around Haruko, squeezing her tightly. "Harukooo..." she whispered, her voice cracking as she cried along with her friend.
In the midst of their emotional reunion, a stern voice cut through the moment. "Haruko! You can't run in a hospital like that!"
A tall, elegant woman entered the room. She had long, straight black hair that framed her sharp features, her eyes slightly narrowed as she gave her daughter a disapproving look. Dressed in a neat, business-casual outfit, Haruko's mother had an air of authority around her, though the concern in her eyes was clear as she glanced at Y/N and her daughter hugging each other.
The woman quickly hurried over, kneeling in front of you as you looked up at her, still wiping the tears from your eyes. You felt nervous under her gaze, but the tension quickly dissolved as her face crumpled, and she too began to cry.
