Ezakiel was now in the infirmary, lying on the white bed and taking a deep breath of relief. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of a ceiling fan spinning above him. He was the only person in the room.
Thank God I'm safe for now.
If you're wondering why he faked being sick, the answer was simple. According to the anime's plot, on this exact date and time, a monster attack would occur at the school. This attack would claim the lives of around 15 students. Afterward, the magical girls would erase the memories of any witnesses. Because this attack was so large, they wouldn't be able to easily disguise it as an accident without drawing attention to the school.
Ezakiel had no desire to be on the list of casualties. He also wasn't about to sit back and risk becoming a victim of the memory-erasing magic. However, a worrying thought crossed his mind: would the names of the erased students still remain in his memory? Or worse, would his own memories be wiped just like the others? He needed to take precautions.
Reaching into his pocket, he quickly pulled out a small piece of paper and a blue pen. On it, he wrote: Don't forget, people have been erased.
I hope this works… I can't let my memories be wiped away.
He carefully tucked the paper into his pocket, lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.
Just as he began to relax, the infirmary door creaked open. An older woman, likely in her 60s, entered the room. Her skin had a few light wrinkles, though not many, and her kind eyes scanned the space with quiet attentiveness. She wore a cream blouse tucked into a long black skirt, giving her a professional but modest look. Over her outfit, she wore a light overcoat, and a stethoscope hung around her neck.
Well, looks like the school doctor has arrived. At least this one doesn't seem like a yandere… What was her name again? I kind of don't remember.
The doctor stepped into the infirmary and gently closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. She paused for a moment, glancing around the room with calm eyes before her gaze landed on Ezakiel. Her movements were deliberate and unhurried as she walked over to a small table in the corner.
From there, she picked up a chair, carrying it carefully toward the bed where Ezakiel lay. Her steps were steady, the faint sound of her shoes tapping against the floor filling the otherwise silent space. Once she reached his bedside, she placed the chair down and gracefully sat beside him, her posture upright yet relaxed.
Her hands rested lightly on her lap, and she studied him for a moment with a soft, unreadable expression that hinted at experience and quiet concern. Ezakiel shifted slightly under her gaze, unsure whether to feel reassured or nervous.
"Okay… raise up a bit. I'll check your back," the doctor said, motioning for him to sit up slightly.
Ezakiel did as instructed, trying to maintain his act.
"Do you feel pain here?" the doctor asked, pressing lightly on his back.
"Yes," Ezakiel replied, keeping his voice weak.
"And here?" she asked, moving her hand to another spot.
"Yes," he repeated.
"What about here?" she asked, pressing again.
"Yes," Ezakiel said without hesitation.
The doctor paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in amusement. "Strange… very strange. How can you feel pain when I'm touching the bed?"
Ezakiel froze, his mind racing. Shit, I got caught!
"Well…" Ezakiel started but trailed off, struggling to come up with a convincing excuse. He wanted to say something, but his mind was blank, unable to produce a believable reason on the spot.
"Leave the excuses," the doctor interrupted, her tone sharp. "Now tell me—why did you lie about having a stomachache?"
Ezakiel stayed silent, avoiding her piercing gaze.
"If you lied because you didn't want to attend your classes, then you shouldn't have come to school in the first place," the doctor said, clearly irritated. "I came here because I thought it was an emergency." She stood up and crossed her arms. "Now, go to the auditorium. All first-year students should already be there by now."
"Wait! I don't want to go to the auditorium," Ezakiel said quickly, panic creeping into his voice.
"And why's that?" the doctor asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Let's just say… I'm a bit lazy," Ezakiel replied, trying to sound casual.
The doctor raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Really? That's the excuse you're going with? You know, I've heard much better reasons for avoiding something." She sighed. "You could've said you were having trouble in your personal life—it would've at least shown you put in some effort."
Ezakiel sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I know… but how about we make a deal instead?"
"A deal?" The doctor tilted her head slightly. "What kind of deal?"
"Well, I'm from a rich family, so I can offer you a lot of cash," Ezakiel suggested, trying to make it sound convincing. The original Ezakiel's parents owned a large number of hotels and properties both in Japan and overseas, including in places like America—and of course, Thailand, which the original Ezakiel favored.
The doctor shook her head, unamused. "Money? I don't need it. I have enough for myself," she replied, her tone steady. "What I think I want… is a man. But unfortunately, I've long since passed the eligibility level for that."
Ezakiel blinked, caught off guard. "Uh, what does that mean?" he asked, confused.
She simply smirked. "It means, I'm not in the running anymore. Now, stop trying to bribe me, and get yourself to the auditorium. I don't have time for this."
Though hearing that did give him an idea, it wasn't something he would prefer, but as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures!
"Well then, how about I add myself into that deal?" Ezakiel said, placing his hand on the doctor's hand with a smirk.
"Huh?" The doctor's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, asking, "Why would I take someone your age?"
"Didn't you say you wanted a man?" he replied, his confidence growing. "I'm a man, aren't I? Not to brag, but I'm handsome, have money, and—" he flexed slightly, "—a great body."
The doctor raised an eyebrow, her voice rising. "Are you pulling my leg?!"
"No, I'm very, very serious," he said, putting on an exaggeratedly serious face.
The doctor crossed her arms, her lips twitching in amusement. "If you want a woman, why not go for someone your own age?"
Ezakiel paused for a moment, internally sighing. Woman? I'm a 32-year-old adult trapped in a 15-year-old's body. If I went after women around this body's age, I'd definitely end up on the predator list.
"Nah, I have no interest in those girls," he said with a playful grin. "I've got my eyes on the finer things in life. I mean, look at you. You're aging like a fine wine, and I'd love to have a taste."
The doctor blushed slightly, embarrassed by his words, but quickly regained her composure. "You're sure about this?"
"I'm one hundred percent sure," Ezakiel replied confidently. Then he added with a mischievous grin, "Do you want this to be a one-time thing, or... you know?"
The doctor paused for a moment, clearly thinking it over, before she spoke. "Only once for now," she said firmly. "It will be purely physical, no talking about it afterward. Honestly, I'm doing this because I'm a little frustrated right now."
"Well, that settles it then," Ezakiel said with a playful smile. "Oh, how forgetful of me—I forgot to ask for your name."
The doctor's expression softened, and she answered, "Miyuki Otonawa, in Western terms."
As she said this, Ezakiel's mind wandered for a moment. If this causes trouble later, I'll have to find a way to get rid of her...