As we zoom into the window of the immense grandeur of the infirmary, the warm rays of the sun filtered through translucent curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room.
The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, mingling with the gentle fragrance of a nearby pot of blooming plants, adding a touch of freshness to the atmosphere.
Lying on the white bed, a boy with striking black hair and fair, milky skin rested peacefully. His closed eyes held a serene expression, and his cute nose adorned with a few freckles added a touch of charm to his features.
He looked handsome, even in his current state of repose.
Clad in a pristine white gown, he seemed to blend harmoniously with the clean and serene surroundings.
The soft white sheets cradled him in comfort, while a neatly wrapped bandage adorned his head, a sign of the recent ordeal he had endured.
Next to the infirmary bed, a vibrant bundle of blue hair caught the eye. The nurse, with her striking pink hair cascading elegantly, exuded an air of kindness and competence.
Her sparkling green eyes held a gentle concern as she tended to the boy with utmost care.
The nurse's gentle touch and soothing voice filled the room with a sense of reassurance. The sound of her footsteps against the polished floor echoed with each step, a reminder of her constant vigilance over her patient.
Nearby, a little pot of plants added a splash of colour to the otherwise pristine room, their blooms delicate and radiant.
As the boy slowly sat up, a slight wince crossed his face, and he instinctively grasped his head in pain.
"Argh, what the hell happened?" he mumbled, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
"Oh, looks like you're awake... Aito, am I right?" the nurse, Morgan, chimed in with a warm smile.
"Y-yes, what happened, and who is this?" Aito asked, his eyes flickering between Morgan and the girl with blue hair sleeping at the side of his bed.
"Oh, well, she demanded to stay right by your side as you slept," Morgan replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Since she was so adamant about it, I let her stay by your side as long as she didn't bother you. It's been 3 hours, you know."
Aito's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, and my name is Morgan. Don't bother with the honorifics like 'miss'; they are quite annoying," she added with a cheeky grin.
Blushing slightly, Aito nodded, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Oh, I see. Thank you, Mrs—no, Morgan."
As if on cue, the girl beside his bed suddenly woke up, shooting her head up with wide eyes, startling Aito. Her blue hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her delicate features, and her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of deep argent.
With a soft yawn, she blinked a few times, trying to orient herself. Then, she realized she was sitting by Aito's side, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" she stammered, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Aito shook his head with a small smile. "No, it's alright. I was already awake. Thank you for staying with me," he replied, appreciating the girl's concern.
Her silver eyes met his with a mixture of relief and affection, and she gave him a sheepish smile.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone," she admitted a touch of vulnerability in her voice.
Morgan couldn't help but chuckle softly at the exchange. "You two seem to have quite a connection," she observed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "But now that you're awake, Aito, I'll need to check your vitals and make sure you're healing properly."
Morgan's hand emanated a mesmerizing, luminescent green energy, coalescing into the form of two tennis ball-sized spheres.
With careful precision, she lowered her hand and gently placed the energy ball on Aito's chest. The moment it fused into him, he felt a wave of sensations coursing through his body.
"Whoa, I can feel something travelling through my body," Aito exclaimed, his eyes widening with wonder.
"It feels like a river is in my veins," he added, thoroughly enjoying the unique sensation.
Morgan maintained a composed demeanour, her expression revealing the depth of her expertise.
She removed her hand from Aito's chest, and from her palm emerged the green energy ball, now adorned with tiny spots of grey.
Her fingers hovered over the shimmering sphere, her subconscious movements betraying her skilful control over the energy.
"Looks like you still had some internal injuries in your brain. No worries though, they were very small, almost minuscule, and will heal in a few days. At most, I've slightly boosted your body's performance, which should last for the next 2 days. All is good," Morgan explained calmly, her gaze focused on the energy ball she held.
Aito felt a sense of gratitude towards Morgan, not only for healing him but also for her caring and expert attention.
He couldn't help but be captivated by her unique abilities and the way she effortlessly commanded the energy around her.
Beside him, the girl with the mesmerizing blue hair watched the scene unfold with a mix of awe and admiration.
Her argent eyes shimmered with curiosity and concern, her subconscious gestures betraying her desire to reach out and offer support.
As the infirmary filled with the soothing aroma of the blooming plants, I noticed Morgan's subtle smile of satisfaction.
As I got up from the infirmary bed, I glanced down at myself, realizing that I was still in the white gown provided during my recovery.
"Uh, when can I get changed?" I inquired, feeling slightly awkward.
Morgan smiled reassuringly and pointed towards a door in the infirmary. "You can change in that room over there," she said, her voice filled with warmth.
"Thanks," I replied, feeling grateful for her guidance. With a nod, I headed towards the designated room.
Inside, I quickly changed into my casual clothes, a sense of normalcy returning as I slipped into familiar attire.
A pair of dark blue trousers offered ease of movement, while a navy blue jacket, adorned with subtle lightning motifs, added a touch of sophistication.
Underneath the jacket, I found a soft, sky-blue shirt that complemented the rest of the attire. As I dressed in the new outfit, I couldn't help but appreciate the attention to detail in the design.
Five minutes later, I emerged from the room, feeling refreshed and ready to face whatever lay ahead. I noticed Morgan and the girl with blue hair waiting for me with friendly expressions.
"There you are! Feeling better?" Morgan asked, her eyes shining with genuine concern.
"Yeah, much better now. Thanks to both of you," I replied with a smile, appreciating their care and support.
The girl with mesmerizing blue hair stepped forward, a shy but sincere smile gracing her lips. "I'm glad you're okay. I was really worried," she admitted, her voice soft yet filled with affection.
"Thank you for staying by my side. It means a lot to me," I said, feeling touched by her thoughtfulness.
Morgan chuckled softly, observing the exchange with a knowing glint in her eyes. "Well, it seems like you two have formed quite the bond in a short time," she remarked playfully.
I looked at the girl with mesmerizing blue hair and asked, "Ahh, what's your name?"
"Huh? Oh yes! My name is Maria, Maria Voltezae," she replied with a hint of bashfulness.
"Since you're so worried about me, do you know what happened? My memory needs a bit of jogging," I inquired, hoping she might shed some light on the events leading to my injury.
"Oh yes, sorry, how could I forget," Maria said, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
As I took a good look at Maria, I noticed that she wasn't too short, but she had a petite frame that gave her an endearing charm.
She wore a shirt that left her stomach slightly exposed, exuding a carefree and casual vibe. Baggy jeans and sneakers completed her ensemble, hinting at her practical and easy-going nature. Perched on her head was a stylish black cap that added a touch of uniqueness to her appearance.
But what truly caught my attention were her eyes—silver eyes that seemed to hold a universe of emotions. They captivated me, drawing me into a world I couldn't quite decipher.
As the pair of us walked out of the infirmary, Maria's silver eyes met mine, and a friendly smile graced her lips. "It's a long story, but I'll do my best to help you remember," she said with genuine concern.
We strolled through the corridors of Bright Academy, the ambience infused with an air of mystique and wonder.
Maria shared fragments of the events that had transpired before my injury, her voice a soothing melody that eased the disorientation in my mind.
As we continued our conversation, I found myself drawn to Maria's warm and caring nature. Her presence brought a sense of comfort and familiarity as if we had known each other for much longer than just a few hours.
Outside, the sun bathed the academy's courtyard in golden light, creating a picturesque scene.
The soft breeze carried a faint scent of blooming flowers, enhancing the serenity of the moment. Students bustled around, engaged in various activities, adding an energetic buzz to the atmosphere.
As I walked alongside Maria, I couldn't help but admire her spirit and the effortless way she fit into the vibrant world of Bright Academy.
She seemed to be in perfect harmony with the extraordinary environment, a testament to the strength and adaptability she possessed.
While Morgan, the nurse, watched the two of us from the infirmary, a hint of nostalgia crossed her eyes.
A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips, revealing the wisdom and understanding that came with years of experience.
"Teenagers," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with affection, as she recalled her own youthful adventures within the walls of the academy.