The Nurse’s Office Angel Only Acts Sweet to Me Again Today ~ I Was Kind to a Beautiful Girl Who Goes to the Nurse’s Office and She Became Attached to Me ~

Chapter 1: About the Angel of the Nurse’s Office

Have you ever seen an angel?

Of course, real angels are fictional beings and don’t exist in this world. Still, in this world, exceptionally cute girls are sometimes described as “angels.”

As it happens, there’s one such “angel” in my high school’s Nurse’s Office.

She’s a female student with sleepy eyes, skin so pale it seems almost sickly, and facial features far more refined than any idol you’d see on TV.

Her name is Komichi Yukino.

Despite her appearance, which everyone calls angelic, she’s a mysterious girl who hasn’t set foot in a classroom since enrolling, attending school exclusively from the Nurse’s Office for some unknown reason.

I’d heard that rumors of “meeting the angel if you go to the Nurse’s Office” had spread among the foolish boys, leading to an increase in curious visitors to the Nurse’s Office.

But no one knows why she attends school from there, nor do they try to find out. As for me, I wasn’t particularly interested in this so-called angel of the Nurse’s Office, so I had no way of knowing her circumstances.

However, two months after starting high school, I came to learn her secret.

It wasn’t “fate” but an “inevitability” that sparked that encounter.

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It was early June, with the rainy season approaching.

Rainy days were becoming more frequent, and it felt like the rainy season was just around the corner. For me, Shunta Nukumori, who hates physical education, more rainy days were convenient. When we had PE outside, we were forced to run about five kilometers, which was pure hell for someone like me in the go-home club. But on rainy days, we’d switch to indoor sports in the gym or health classes in the classroom, which was a huge relief.

During lunch break, I looked out the classroom window at the rain-soaked school field.

“But… rain means I can’t do that today,” I muttered.

After school, I often went “town strolling” alone. Tokyo is overflowing with spots to explore, and I’d wander around a pre-chosen location, eat street food, and take photos with my phone to capture memories. It’s not a club activity but a personal hobby.

I call it “my own time,” or simply “me time.”

After school, I walk around the city as I please, taking photos as I like. For me, this “me time” is far more fulfilling than joining a club.

Since it’s raining today, I can’t go strolling, so I figured I’d look at photos from places I’d visited before. I was enjoying myself, looking at those photos at my desk, when…

“Nukumori-kun, got a sec?”

As I was lost in my photos, Yuriha Tamachi, the class president, called out to me from the side.

Tamachi, huh… I’m not too fond of her. She’s the type who sternly reprimands everyone, no matter who they are. Plus, she volunteered to be class president, always gets top grades, and is an overachieving perfectionist, which makes her even harder to deal with.

“You’re on the health committee, right?” she asked.

“Y-yeah, I am…”

“You know about the supply check, don’t you?”

“Supply check? Oh, you mean that annoying task of checking the toilet paper in all the school’s bathrooms?”

“Exactly. Our class is in charge this week, so don’t forget to do it.”

Ugh, the most tedious job of the health committee has finally come my way. The supply check involves going around the bathrooms from first to third year, counting toilet paper and other supplies—a supremely bothersome task. Since it’s done after school, most students hate it, and the health committee member chosen from each class often feels like they’ve drawn the short straw. And that short straw fell to me because I’m in the go-home club.

“Your response?” Tamachi pressed.

“Y-yeah, got it.”

“Oh, and the other class on duty this week is Class 1-C, apparently.”

With that, Tamachi turned on her heel, her jet-black straight hair swaying as she walked away. I appreciated her telling me, but I still don’t like her. Why did she even bother? The classes assigned to supply checks are posted on the staff room’s notice board at the start of the week, so I could’ve found out there.

Was she assuming I’d skip out by claiming I “didn’t know”?

“…What a pain,” I muttered.

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Canceling my plans for an after-school stroll, I headed to the Nurse’s Office.

The supply check process is simple: pick up the checklist from the Nurse’s Office, go around the school with the health committee member from the other assigned class, and then return the checklist to the Nurse’s Office when done. Doing this for a week means my precious after-school time gets cut by about an hour…

Sigh. “Excuse me—” I said lazily, opening the sliding door of the Nurse’s Office.

That’s when it happened.

“Huh…?”

Inside, there was no school nurse, but a single student sat quietly at a desk, writing with a mechanical pencil. A girl was working at the nurse’s desk by the window.

Could she be…?

My high school supposedly has a beautiful girl known as the “Angel of the Nurse’s Office.” I say “supposedly” because, despite being on the health committee, I’d skipped the committee meetings and had never come to the Nurse’s Office, so I’d never seen her face. The moment I saw her, I knew instantly she was that angel. Her appearance was so strikingly cute compared to other girls.

Her droopy eyes were filled with kindness. Her glossy, light-colored straight hair flowed down to her shoulders. Her bangs were swept to the right, pinned with a white star-shaped hairpin, making her look a bit childish, but her moderately sized chest offset that impression.

“…Hello,” she said.

The angel greeted me in a faint, almost vanishing voice. Though she spoke, her expression was blank, like a robot’s, far from friendly. They call her the Angel of the Nurse’s Office because she attends school from here instead of the classroom, but no one knows why. Could her expressionless demeanor be related to that? For now, I needed to greet her back and ask where the school nurse was to start my work.

“H-hello. I’m here for health committee duties. By the way, where’s the school nurse?”

“You’re… the health committee member from Class 1-B?” she asked.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Ms. Sano, the school nurse… left this for you.”

She handed me what looked like a note, written sloppily on the back of some printer paper.

“I’m away for a staff meeting. By the way, the health committee member from Class 1-C has been absent since last month, so our Komichi Yukino will fill in. —Ms. Sano, School Nurse”

“‘Our Komichi Yukino’? Who’s that?” I asked.

“…That’s me,” she replied in a small voice, her expression unchanged.

Wait… does that mean I’m going to be working alone with the angel?!