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It was free time and Hajime didn’t have anything to do. Everyone he wanted to talk to was busy or… weird. Ibuki was hanging out with Hiyoko, Akane was with Nekomaru, Chiaki was asleep, Sonia was busy with Gundham, Mikan and Fuyuhiko should have still been at the hospital, and everyone else he didn’t even bother to ask. The third island was combed top to bottom and the other islands didn’t develop anything new. There was nothing to do, and there was no reason to wander aimlessly like a sad lonely dog.
Better to just lie down and take it in the gilded cage he called his cabin. The irony wasn’t lost on him, but he didn’t care either way.
Knock knock knock.
Hajime quirked an eyebrow in concern. Who was knocking at his door?
He could eliminate a few suspects. Ibuki, Nekomaru, and Akane wouldn’t knock. No, they’d just bust the door down or scream their head off to get his attention. Fuyuhiko’s still at the hospital; no way was he getting discharged this quickly. Maybe one of the busy people changed their minds- or maybe they together decided they wanted to hang out as a trio?
At this point, all he hoped was it wasn’t him.
“Um h-hello…”
Well, that wasn’t Nagito.
“Mikan?” Hajime asked. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at the hospital? Did something happen to Fuyuhiko?”
He was about to grab his shoes and run with her, but Mikan put her hands up in a clasped wring to stop him. She seemed a bit out of breath, like she struggled to run the entire way. “N-no! I’m sorry, I know I’m a terrible nurse for leaving my patient, but he’s currently stable and this was important …”
Hajime relaxed until she said she had business with him. “Important?” he repeated. “What’s wrong?” Never a good sign when someone- especially a nurse- desperately needed you.
She prodded her fingers together, looking at the ground. “When I was at the hospital, I found that Monokuma has all of our health charts and history on file.”
Hajime silently hung his mouth wide open, head a bit fuzzy.
This was not lost on Mikan. “Eeep! I’m sorrrry! I just took a peek at yours! Please forgive meee! It’s okay if you hate me forever, or if you want to kick me until I choke up blood and can never-”
“Mikan!” Hajime interjected, “Mikan, relax!” Whimpering, Mikan did what Hajime assumed was relaxing. Or at the very least, she was a little bit more calm. “Why did you need to come all this way?”
“You need your prescription!” She blurted out.
What? Hajime tipped his head to the side. “I do? Why?” Hajime doesn’t have time to think it over, because Mikan began rummaging through the medical bag she brought. She handed him a small glass bottle to read the label of. “Testosterone?”
Mikan nodded. “Your file says you need to take your t-shots, and it’s likely you haven’t been doing it since the pharmacy on the second island doesn’t have testosterone or estrogen.” Mikan’s face turned bright red. “I’m so sorry! I just realized I outted you! And everyone nearby that might have overheard! I’m soooo sorry! Please forgive my carelessness!”
It was a secret, sure, but it wasn’t anything weighing him down. He assumed that he could have gone stealth a little longer until he was forced into the water for some hairbrained motive, but he’d survive. It was just Mikan, and she was harmless. “It’s fine. Thank you for telling me you found it. I was wondering if I’d be able to get back on it, but it was like you said.” Hajime studied the bottle as he spoke. “Uhh… do I drink this?”
“Huh?” Mikan said. “No, it’s an injectable.”
There was a still of silence between the two. “r-really?” Hajime asked. “I’ve only taken T through oral tablets…”
“Really?” Mikan asked. “That’s no good, the injections are much better.” Her whole body seemed to curl in delight. “Not only are they stronger, but they have such a nice pinch that you feel all day…” Hajime stared at her confused. “S-sorry, I’m spoke without thinking! And out loud!”
“I’ve never injected T before,” Hajime admitted. “I’m not sure where to do it. I don’t even have a needle.”
That made Mikan perk up like a cat. “Oh, let me do it! I-if that’s okay with you…”
Hajime took a step back to invite Mikan in. “Yeah, no problem. Where do you want to sit?”
Mikan clutched her bag like it held her life’s work and dashed off straight to the bed. Hajime locked the door and followed after. “I think the bed is the best place so you can lie down to feel more comfortable.”
“Lie down?” Hajime asked. “Well, you are the nurse,” he supposed.
She giggled. “Yes, I am. That means I know best. Now take off your trousers.”
Hajime blushed. Couldn’t she jab him in the arm? “My pants?”
Nodding, Mikan continued, “yes, the legs are the best place to do the injection. The muscle in your leg is so firm and sleek.” Her choppy hair practically danced as she spoke. “So good in the hand, just begging for a shot! Lot and lots of shots!”
Suddenly feeling a weird stirring of his lower region, Hajime did not want to take his pants off. Still, as he stood frozen in place, Mikan was emptying out her bag. The aforementioned needle, sterilizing wipes, and little bandages for injection holes. Plus, she had a zip bag of cotton balls in case he started bleeding. She really thought of everything, and here he was getting shy.
“I said pants off. Now,” Mikan repeated firmly.
“Sorry,” Hajime grumbled, unbuckling himself. His now untucked shirt hung stupidly in front of his blue and white print boxers. He kicked his pants off to the side and climbed onto the bed like she had requested. Lying supine, he turned his attention to Mikan. “Now what?”
Taking it as an invitation, Mikan crawled over and pinned his legs down with her body weight. Hajime attempted to struggle, but Mikan grabbed his wrist, bent over slightly.
“M-mikan!”
“Shhh, don’t fight me,” she purred. “I’m just looking for the perfect spot…” Her soft fingers ran up and down the legs, pinching as she went. “After all,” she whispered darkly, “if I mess up, I could paralyze you. You could never walk again and I’d get to take care of you. All because you struggled and rushed me. Do you want that?”
“O-of course not!”
For a split second, Hajime was sure Mikan frowned.
“Well, stay still like a good boy,” she said. “Good boys get a little kiss and a sticker after their shot.”
He wasn’t too sure about that first one, but the sticker made sense, for a kid at least. Though, he had already bought the sticker from Monokuma which was a limited time item… maybe she found a sticker book at a vending machine that he had missed? “Okay?”
Another touch, another pinch, Hajime’s face was burning up at the sensation. Mikan really was thorough. It made sense for an Ultimate Nurse, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing.
“I found some spots I like,” Mikan said dreamily, “but I can also check your backside. The posterior has ample place for injection. You’d need to slip your boxers down for that of course.”
Heat ran through Hajime’s face like a wildfire. “I think the legs are fine,” he protested, “I want to be able to sit down after this!”
“I suppose…” Mikan drawled. Opening the antiseptic towelette, Mikan thoroughly cleaned the patch of skin on his leg she practically drooled over. She removed the closed off end of the needle and gently stabbed it into the bottle. Pulling the plunger she slowly filled it with viscous clear fluid. “Be sure not to struggle, or I’ll pin you down even more. I could take care of your hands if you’re afraid you might fight back on impulse…”
“I’m fine.” Hajime hoped, at least.
Mikan moved the needle on an angle to Hajime’s leg. “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch me fill you up,” she whispered, slowly piercing the skin. Hajime flinched, but she kept digging it in. Her hand was so steady, so firm and in control. Nothing like the clumsy dweeby Mikan he was used to. Pressing the plunger down with her thumb, she giggled, watching the liquid leave the syringe. “Good boy… you really do love your shots. And your body does too, taking it so well. Such a good boy… a good good boy…”
Dizzy, Hajime attempted to nod. A good good boy.
Delicately, Mikan pulled the needle out, dabbing it with the cotton ball. Once it was cleaned to her taste, she put a bandage on it. Meanwhile, the used syringe went into the red biohazard bin she had brought with her. Not moving an inch from her perch on top of Hajime’s bare legs, Mikan took out her sheet of stickers. “And since you were a good boy who took his shot well without squirming, you get a sticker!” She picked out a yellow smiley face and put it on the middle of his tie.
“Th-thanks,” Hajime eked out.
Mikan leaned over more, looming over Hajime so she could stare him in the face. Hajime blushed harder as she smiled and kissed him on the cheek before pulling back. “We both had a lot of fun! I’ll be sure to come back next week to give you your next t-shot.” Her purple eyes got dark and swirly. “And the next week, and the next week, and the next week… forever…” With a giggle, she got off the bed. Her bag found its way back onto her shoulder and she smiled. “I have to go now. See you later!”
She tripped a little as she headed out, flashing her panties as per usual before leaving. Yep, back to the embarrassingly clumsy-on-her-feet Mikan he knew her as.
Heart beating out of his chest, Hajime stared up at the roof of his canopy bed.
But…
Why…?
Why was that hot…?
Maybe Mikan noticed but was being polite, but she never mentioned how wet Hajime was, leaving a visible damp spot on his boxers.
Maybe she didn’t notice this time, but for sure she’d comment on it if it happened a second time.
He covered his face in shame, still staring upwards. Was it the injection? The being bossed around? The threats? Either way, all of it did explain similar feelings he had for some other classmates, emotions that he refused to confront.
Either way, he’d need to mark his calendar a week from now for his next shot.
And most embarrassingly, he already started to count down the days.