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 5-6

Chapter 5: The Angel Wants to Go Out

M-Me and the Angel, going out together?

Why, of all people, me?!

At first, I couldn’t wrap my head around it, but then I remembered our conversation from yesterday, and it clicked.

(Oh, wait… yesterday!)

I recalled our inventory check from the day before.

Come to think of it, the Angel was really into the topic of sweets.

“Nukumori-kun, you said wandering around town after school is your hobby…”

So, because I brought up that topic, the Angel wanted to go? She even went out of her way to get her mom’s permission… That’s impressive, but is wandering around town that important to her?

“I want to try wandering around town too…”

“Alright, but… Yukino, are you sure about this?”

“About what?”

About what… well, you know.

“If we’re going out together, I just thought you’d probably have more fun with a girl friend than a guy like me…”

It’s a simple opinion.

Compared to a guy like me, who she’s only known for two days and who could be anyone, going out with a girl friend she could talk to would obviously be better.

“…I…”

“Hm?”

“I… don’t have any friends.”

“What? But Yukino, you’re super popular at school, so you not having friends…”

“Popular? …Me?”

The Angel tilted her head slightly.

Does she really not know?

Both guys and girls talk about how there’s an Angel in the Nurse’s Office. Whenever people come back from there, they can’t stop raving about how cute she is…

“Oh, Nukumori, just to clarify, Yukino has never actually attended her regular classes. So, she rarely talks to her classmates. Basically, she only talks to me when I’m teaching her in the Nurse’s Office.”

“S-So that’s how it is…”

So, the Angel might not even know she’s called the Angel or treated like an idol.

“Maybe… it’s no good… after all.”

Yukino’s face stayed expressionless, but she looked down, her voice soft with a hint of disappointment.

“N-No, that’s not what I meant!”

“!”

I didn’t mean it like that, so I ended up raising my voice to clarify, and the Angel looked at me, startled.

“Ah, s-sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you…”

“…”

Crap, what am I doing, startling the Angel who already spends all her time in the Nurse’s Office?!

“B-But I swear, I’m not thinking anything about your illness or anything like that!”

“…Really?”

“Yeah. What I meant was, I just thought it’d be a waste for you to go wandering around town with a boring guy like me…”

“Boring? …Why?”

“Why, you ask…”

The Angel tilted her head again at my self-deprecation.

“A-Anyway, what I’m saying is, if you’re okay with someone like me, I don’t mind. If you get sleepy, I’ll carry you.”

“Really, Nukumori… kun?”

“Yeah. But if you fall asleep, what should I do? Take you home, right?”

“Oh, in that case…”

Yukino pulled a red letter out of her school bag and handed it to me.

“From my mom… a letter.”

“A letter from your mom?”

“It has her contact information… I think.”

I took the letter and started reading it.

—

Dear Sir,

Greetings. I am Komichi Yukino’s mother.

I sincerely apologize for my daughter’s selfish request.

She insisted on going out no matter what… but knowing she’s made a male friend fills me with both reassurance and joy.

As you may already know, Yukino has an illness that causes her to fall asleep suddenly at any moment.

If her symptoms appear, please contact me at the phone number below.

I will come to pick her up immediately.

I’m terribly sorry for imposing, but please take care of my dear Komichi.

—

The letter was written in such beautifully neat handwriting, I almost wanted to say, “Well, how polite.”

What a nice mom.

It’s kind of amazing that she’d even allow her daughter to hang out with a random guy like me.

“So, you two? All sorted, right? If you’re going out, get going already!”

“Wait, Sano-sensei? Why’re you suddenly being so cold?”

“Don’t mess with a single, first-year grad like me. Seeing high schoolers living it up makes me feel all pent-up. Ugh.”

Seriously, why does this woman work at a high school…?

We were practically chased out of the Nurse’s Office by Sano-sensei.

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So, we left the school, but…

“…”

“…”

No conversation…

Even though we’re going to wander around town together, all I really know about the Angel is that she’s “cute.”

Does she have hobbies or things she likes?

Yukino walked slowly beside me, her silky hair swaying in the breeze without ever getting messy.

I matched her small steps, keeping my pace deliberate.

“Yukino, is there anywhere you want to go after this?”

“…I don’t know.”

Don’t know…?

Didn’t she suggest this because she had somewhere she wanted to go?

“I’ll leave it to you.”

Talk about leaving it all to me.

Well, that’s fine.

At this time, the place I wanted to visit should still be open.

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Chapter 6: The Angel, Sweets, and Matcha

“If you’re leaving it to me, we’ll go to the place I’ve been wanting to visit. That’s okay?”

The Angel nodded with a small, deliberate motion.

Alright, then I won’t hold back.

With the Angel’s approval, I quickly planned out today’s town-wandering route.

Since today’s classes ended after the sixth period, it was just past 4:00 p.m.

There was still time to grab that thing I’d been dying to try before it closed at 5:00 p.m.

“Yukino, can you handle matcha?”

“Yeah. Matcha, I absolutely love it…”

And there it is, another “absolutely love” from the Angel herself.

“How about we go on a matcha sweets tour right now?”

“Matcha…! Sweets…! Tour…!”

Her soft voice grew stronger with each word, like a three-stage crescendo.

“I want to go…!”

Her enthusiasm was a relief… Alright, it’s settled.

I always thought the Angel was expressionless and indifferent to everything, so learning about something she loves changed my impression of her quite a bit. Before, my image of the Angel (Komichi Yukino) was, well, angelic—like some ultra-beautiful, grand figure, maybe on par with the Archangel Michael, since everyone called her that. But spending time with her lately, she’s started to feel more like the cute little angel on a certain mayonnaise package—small and adorable.

Not that there’s any doubt she’s small and adorable.

“But… where are we eating matcha sweets? Is it Kyoto, since it’s full of matcha?”

“No way, we can’t get to Kyoto and back in a day.”

“With a private jet… maybe there’s a chance?”

“Who has one of those?!”

I didn’t think she was the type to crack jokes, so she was probably serious.

The Angel’s unexpectedly airheaded…

If I keep going along with her airheadedness, it’ll be night before we know it.

“If we’re staying overnight, I’d have to call my mom.”

“Wait a sec! Just so we’re clear, we’re going somewhere in Tokyo! It’s like ten minutes from here!”

“Huh? Matcha… in Tokyo?”

The Angel’s eyes widened.

I figured there were tons of matcha sweets in Tokyo, but since she rarely goes out, she might not know much about the world. I’d have to explain carefully.

“Matcha is popular with all generations, and lately, it’s been trending to mix it into Western-style sweets.”

“Oh… I think I’ve seen that on video sites.”

“Right? That’s why Tokyo’s dessert shops are rolling out more matcha sweets, and the place we’re going has a popular matcha sweets shop.”

“Wow… I want to go already!”

The Angel’s excitement was clearly rising, so let’s get moving.

“Alright, let’s head to… Asakusa.”

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The Angel and I headed from the school’s nearest station to Asakusa Station, one stop away on the Tsukuba line.

“Yukino, do you know how to ride the train?”

“…Are you making fun of me?”

“N-No, not at all!”

When I asked at the ticket gate, Yukino shot me a deadpan glare.

“I’ve never ridden one, but I’ve seen it.”

So she hasn’t ridden one… but seen it?

“You just tap your wallet here, right?”

Yukino pulled her wallet from her bag and pressed it against the IC card reader on the ticket gate.

Okay, she kinda gets it… wait, huh?

“…Huh?”

Even after pressing her wallet, the gate didn’t open.

“No way… you don’t have an IC card?”

“IC? What’s that…?”

Oh boy, she’s that clueless.

“You tap an IC card here, and it deducts the fare when you get off.”

“I didn’t know there was such a card.”

Talk about being out of touch, Angel…!

“I thought pressing the wallet would make the money go poof or something…”

“That’s way too fantastical!”

She’s almost cute for being this clueless.

“If you don’t have an IC card, let’s buy a ticket today.”

“Tickets… they still have those?”

“Of course they do! Not everyone has an IC card like you.”

“…Are you making fun of me again?”

Looks like the Angel thought I was teasing her for being clueless.

“I’m not. Come on, let’s go to the ticket machine.”

I led the sulky Angel to the ticket machine and bought a ticket to Asakusa.

“Here, this’ll get you through the gate.”

“…Th-Thanks.”

She was still a bit grumpy but thanked me properly.

Anyway, problem solved.

“…It’s not working.”

The Angel was smacking her ticket against the IC card reader instead of the ticket slot.

Sigh…

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Despite the Angel’s airheaded antics, we somehow made it to Asakusa Station.

“Look, that girl’s so cute~”

“Is she a child actor? Are they filming something?”

As we stepped into the crowded area, all eyes naturally turned to the Angel.

I knew she stood out at school with her angelic looks, but it seems the same applies out in the world.

“Y-Yukino, aren’t people staring?”

“It’s normal… I’m used to it.”

Used to it, huh?

She’s definitely a beauty, but doesn’t it bother her to be mistaken for a child actor…?

“If I let it get to me, I lose. I didn’t choose to look cute…”

The Angel said it with a hint of something deeper.

Is this a struggle only a beautiful girl would understand?

Her face looked unusually somber.

Maybe it’s time to change the subject.

“Hey, Yukino, you feeling sleepy or anything?”

“I’m fine. I don’t know why, but… I’m not sleepy at all right now.”

“Because you’re excited for matcha?”

“That’s part of it.”

Part of it, huh.

We walked a few more minutes and entered Hanayashiki Street.

Hanayashiki Street was lined with low-rise, old-fashioned shops, exuding a nostalgic vibe.

Rickshaws and lanterns added a touch of traditional Japanese culture.

“It’s like… an old-timey scene.”

The Angel described it in the simplest, most straightforward way.

No matter how much the world advances, Asakusa holds onto its unique charm.

Historically and culturally, the people here take pride in their town.

Tokyo’s a city of cutting-edge trends, but Asakusa’s a spot where you can taste old Japan.

“Where are the matcha sweets?”

“They’re on this street… this way.”

As we walked along Hanayashiki Street, we turned a corner into a dimly lit alley.

Beyond it were shops brimming with old-town charm.

Signs with bold, single-stroke calligraphy, or rusty storefronts that made you wonder if they were even open.

A slice of everyday life steeped in nostalgic downtown vibes.

“This is such a cool view.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket and hit the video button.

Spinning around, I recorded the row of charming izakayas in the low-rise buildings.

“Nukumori-kun… what’re you doing?”

“Oh, this? It’s my way of recording my personal time.”

“Personal time…?”

“My own time. I call it ‘personal time,’ and I record my after-school adventures on my phone.”

“Like a club activity?”

“Kinda like that. I’m in the going-home club, though.”

I shyly told the Angel about my personal time.

She’s the first person I’ve ever shared this with.

“Eating sweets is great, but enjoying the town’s scenery is a big part of wandering. I always record the places I visit on video—it’s my hobby.”

“…That’s a really nice hobby.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I want to try it too.”

Mimicking me, the Angel took out her phone, spun around, and recorded Asakusa’s scenery.

“Oh, Nukumori-kun got in the shot.”

“Hey, come on…”

“But it’s fine… it’s a memory.”

The Angel hugged her phone gently, like it was precious.

A memory, huh.

I’m not sure if it’s okay for a boring guy like me to be in her memories, but she looks happy, so I guess it’s fine.

“Oh… matcha!”

Spotting a sign, the Angel scampered over with quick little steps.

At the end of the row of izakayas was a discreet sign.

It was a shop famous for matcha crepes, with a menu board posted outside.

“I finally found it… matcha LOVE!”

LOVE, huh?

As expected, the Angel pulls out some sharp vocab when she’s excited.