In the middle of the lesson, the quiet hum of pencils scratching paper and the occasional shuffle of books filled the room. Hannah sat hunched over her desk, scribbling notes as the teacher droned on. Her mind was focused, but the dull ache in her wrist she'd been ignoring for days began to resurface. She pushed through, determined to finish her work, but suddenly, the pain sharpened, pulsing uncontrollably.

Her breath hitched, and without thinking, she dropped her pen, her other hand instinctively clutching her injured wrist. Her face twisted with discomfort, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress any sounds that might give away how bad it was.

Fuyuhiko, seated just a couple of desks away, immediately noticed the shift in her demeanor. He narrowed his eyes, watching as Hannah's fingers trembled slightly against her wrist. He leaned forward, his brow furrowing, annoyed but concerned. She was clearly in pain, and she hadn't said a damn thing to anyone about it. Typical Togami.

Without drawing attention, Fuyuhiko casually glanced at the teacher, making sure they were distracted before he turned to Hannah. "Oi," he whispered harshly, "What the hell's wrong with you?"

Hannah glanced over at him, trying to brush it off, but her face betrayed her pain. "Nothing." she hissed through gritted teeth, attempting to reach for her pen with her good hand.

Fuyuhiko wasn't buying it. He could see the tension in her body and the way her injured wrist seemed to throb uncontrollably. His irritation deepened, this was exactly the kind of reckless behavior that drove him crazy.

"Hannah." he growled, keeping his voice low but firm. "Don't give me that. What's going on with your wrist?"

She shot him a defiant look, but the throbbing pain made it hard to maintain her usual facade. "It's nothing, okay? I just-" she winced as the pain surged again, cutting off her sentence.

Fuyuhiko clenched his jaw. His eyes darted to the teacher again, making sure they weren't watching. Then, without another word, he stood up abruptly, drawing a few confused looks from the class. The teacher paused mid-sentence.

"Kuzuryu, sit down." the teacher snapped.

Ignoring the order, Fuyuhiko walked over to Hannah, grabbing her by the elbow. "We're going to the nurse. Now."

Hannah protested, "I'm fine! Seriously, you don't have to-"

But Fuyuhiko was already pulling her out of her chair, his grip firm but not rough. "Shut up and move." he muttered under his breath, making it clear he wasn't giving her a choice.

The teacher sighed, clearly used to Fuyuhiko's brashness. "Fine, but you'll both be catching up on this work tomorrow."

Fuyuhiko didn't bother responding as he guided Hannah towards the door. She winced as she was pulled along, her wrist throbbing with every step, but she didn't fight him anymore.

Fuyuhiko held onto Hannah firmly, walking behind her with one hand gripping her arm and the other holding her injured wrist out straight. His expression was stone-cold, determined to get her some medical help whether she liked it or not. Hannah, however, had other ideas.

As they neared the school exit, she felt a surge of resistance. "Fuyuhiko," she grunted, trying to yank her arm away, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the nurse."

He tightened his grip on her, unfazed. "Shut up. We're not wasting time in the nurse's office. She'll just give you some ice and send you back. You need real help."

Panic started to bubble up in Hannah's chest as they headed for the school doors. She dug her heels into the floor, trying to slow their pace. "No, I'm fine! You're overreacting! Let go of me!" Her voice grew more desperate, but Fuyuhiko didn't budge.

"You don't get to decide that." he snapped, dragging her along with ease. His tone was sharp, but there was an undercurrent of concern in his voice that she couldn't ignore. "We should've sorted your wrist out a long time ago. If I have to take you out of here to make sure you get it checked properly, then that's what we're doing."

Hannah struggled harder, frustration and pain clouding her judgment. "I don't need your help! Just- let me go!"

But Fuyuhiko wouldn't let up. He was too focused on making sure she didn't do something reckless, again. "You think I'm just gonna let you keep walking around like this? Like hell." His voice lowered, dripping with irritation, but his grip stayed firm as they finally reached the exit.

Hannah's protests grew weaker as they passed through the school doors and into the open air. She shot him a glare, knowing she wasn't going to win this fight but still fuming. "I don't need you controlling every little thing I do, Fuyuhiko! I can handle myself!"

Fuyuhiko's jaw clenched, but instead of snapping back, he let out a long breath. "Maybe. But I'm not risking you screwing yourself up even more. You've been acting like an idiot, and someone needs to make sure you don't make it worse."

Hannah's breath hitched, caught between anger and embarrassment. There was no way out now, she knew he wasn't going to let this go.

As Fuyuhiko dragged Hannah through the school gates, the tension between them only grew. Hannah's wrist throbbed painfully, but she kept her teeth clenched, refusing to admit how bad it was. For weeks now, Fuyuhiko and Peko had tried to get her to address the injury, offering help she'd repeatedly denied. Her stubbornness was legendary, but Fuyuhiko had hit his limit.

The sleek black car idled just outside the gate, the driver already waiting as Fuyuhiko yanked the passenger door open. "Get in." he ordered, his voice low but insistent. Hannah hesitated for a second, glaring at him, her pride still intact even though her body was screaming at her to stop.

"I told you, I don't need your help. I'm not some weakling you have to save every time something happens!" she spat back, trying to pull her arm from his grip, but her wrist flared with pain, forcing her to wince.

Fuyuhiko saw the wince, the brief flicker of pain that she couldn't hide, and his grip on her tightened. His face hardened, irritation giving way to something closer to genuine concern. "You're an idiot." he muttered, shoving her lightly into the backseat. "Do you even hear yourself? You've been walking around with that wrist messed up for god knows how long, and you think you don't need help?"

Hannah sat back in the car, frustrated and glaring, but for the first time, she had no smart retort. Fuyuhiko slammed the door shut behind her before rounding the car to get in himself. Once they were both inside, the driver pulled away from the school, heading towards the Kuzuryu manor.

In the silence that followed, Hannah turned her face toward the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. She could feel the weight of Fuyuhiko's gaze on her, but she refused to meet his eyes. She didn't want to admit that her wrist was in worse shape than she thought, or that Fuyuhiko had been right all along.

After a few minutes, Fuyuhiko finally spoke again, his voice softer this time, but still tinged with frustration. "You think we're just doing this to annoy you or something? We've been trying to help you because you're too damn stubborn to help yourself."

Hannah exhaled, pressing her forehead against the cool glass. "I don't need anyone to fix things for me." she muttered, her voice quieter now.

"Yeah? Well, look where that's gotten you." Fuyuhiko shot back, his irritation returning. "You're acting like it's a weakness to ask for help, but all it's done is make things worse. You think I want to be doing this? Dragging you out of school because you can't take care of yourself?"

His words stung, but Hannah didn't respond. She knew, deep down, that Fuyuhiko wasn't just doing this out of annoyance or control. He cared, even if he didn't say it outright. The rain continued to beat against the windows, the rhythmic sound filling the heavy silence between them.

Fuyuhiko glanced back from the front seat, his brows furrowing as he watched Hannah shift uncomfortably in the back of the car. Her normally stubborn attitude had melted into something entirely different, nervous, almost twitchy. It was odd, to say the least. Hannah wasn't the type to get rattled easily, but now, she looked like she was bracing for something.

"What's your problem?" he muttered, not bothering to hide his irritation. "It's just your wrist. You're acting like we're heading to your execution or something."

Hannah's stomach churned at his words, her fingers tapping anxiously against her thigh. She bit her lip, trying to calm the growing discomfort gnawing at her insides. The idea of sterile rooms, needles, the smell of antiseptic, it all flooded her mind, making her feel almost claustrophobic. But she couldn't let Fuyuhiko know. If he figured out that hospitals were her weakness, he'd never let her live it down.

She took a deep breath, doing her best to keep her voice steady. "I'm fine," she said curtly, though her clenched jaw and tense posture said otherwise.

Fuyuhiko raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Yeah, sure you are." His tone was dripping with sarcasm, but he didn't push it any further. She was clearly acting weird, but at the moment, he was more concerned with making sure her wrist got checked out than figuring out whatever was going on in her head.

The car pulled into the Kuzuryu estate, rolling to a smooth stop near the front entrance. Hannah's tension spiked as she stared out the window, expecting to see some grim hospital building or a clinic. But instead, it was just the familiar, imposing sight of the manor.

Confused, she blinked a few times, then glanced at Fuyuhiko. "Wait... we're here? We're not going to the hospital?"

Fuyuhiko gave her a sidelong glance, as if she'd just said something ridiculous. "Of course not. Why the hell would I take you to a hospital?" He scoffed. "We've got our own doctor on-site. It's faster and better. And you're acting like I'm dragging you into surgery or something."

Relief washed over Hannah so suddenly that she had to fight to keep her expression neutral. The anxiety that had been twisting in her gut slowly began to untangle, though she was still jittery. The thought of getting checked out by a doctor didn't thrill her, but it was a thousand times better than stepping foot inside a hospital.

She tried to recover her usual bravado, crossing her arms and shooting Fuyuhiko a defiant look. "I knew that. I wasn't worried."

Fuyuhiko snorted, getting out of the car. "Sure, whatever you say." He opened the back door, signaling for her to get out. "Let's just get this over with. Peko's already set everything up inside."

Hannah climbed out, still trying to shake off the nerves from earlier. The cool evening air hit her skin, a welcome distraction from the tension. As they walked toward the manor, she kept her eyes on the ground, wondering if Fuyuhiko had caught on to how rattled she'd been.

When they entered the manor, Peko was waiting in the hall, calm and composed as usual. "Dr Miyamoto is ready." Peko said, her voice soft but firm. "He's waiting in one of the side rooms."

Hannah nodded, her steps slowing a little as they approached the room. She could already feel the discomfort creeping back in, just the idea of a doctor poking and prodding at her wrist was enough to make her uneasy. But there was no turning back now. Fuyuhiko was right behind her, and there was no way she was letting him think she couldn't handle this.

Fuyuhiko, noticing her hesitation again, gave her a slight nudge on the shoulder. "Stop dragging your feet. It's not gonna take long."

They entered the small medical room, the air cool and sterile, but much less intimidating than a hospital. Hannah sat down on the examination table with a visible stiffness, her fingers fidgeting in her lap as she avoided looking at her wrist, or anyone else for that matter. The doctor, Dr Miyamoto, an older man with kind eyes and a calm demeanor, stood nearby, preparing his tools. Peko hovered near the door, arms folded, watching with her usual composed expression.

Fuyuhiko leaned back in one of the chairs against the wall, arms crossed, glancing over at Hannah before turning to the doctor. "So," he began, taking the lead since it was clear Hannah wasn't going to speak up. "She injured her wrist in a fight around a week ago. It's been getting worse since then. We've tried to get her to let someone look at it, but she's been too damn stubborn."

Hannah glared at him from the corner of her eye, but said nothing. She shifted uncomfortably on the table, her wrist aching more with each passing moment.

"How did it happen?" Dr Miyamoto asked, stepping closer, his voice calm and professional.

"Some idiot at school started something," Fuyuhiko explained, his tone casual but with an edge of irritation. "Hannah here thought it'd be a good idea to throw a punch, but she didn't bother taking care of the aftermath." He shot her a pointed look. "So now we're here."

Hannah clenched her jaw but didn't protest. She knew Fuyuhiko was right, even if his delivery was less than gentle. The doctor nodded, taking a seat across from her. He gestured toward her wrist.

"Hannah, may I take a look?" Dr Miyamoto asked gently, trying to ease some of the tension in the room.

Hannah hesitated, her heart rate picking up again. She didn't like this, the vulnerability of having someone examine her like this, especially when she had been so determined to handle it on her own. She cast a sideways glance at Fuyuhiko, half-expecting some mocking remark, but he was quiet, watching her with an unreadable expression.

Realizing she didn't have much of a choice, Hannah slowly extended her wrist, trying to suppress a wince as Dr Miyamoto carefully unwrapped the poorly tied bandages. The moment her skin was exposed, Fuyuhiko's frown deepened. Her wrist was swollen, with faint bruising along the bone.

"You really messed it up." Fuyuhiko muttered, shaking his head. "You're so fucking stubborn."

Hannah clenched her teeth. "I didn't want to make a big deal out of it."

Dr Miyamoto carefully examined the wrist, gently pressing along the bones to assess the extent of the damage.

Hannah hissed in pain, her body tensing up as she jolted her arm away from the doctor. Fuyuhiko narrowed his eyes at her reaction.

Dr Miyamoto, noticing Hannah's reaction, remained calm as he watched her pull her arm away defensively. "Hannah, I understand this is uncomfortable, but I need to check the extent of the damage." he said, his tone patient but firm. He glanced over at Fuyuhiko and Peko, then back at Hannah, who was glaring at the floor, clearly irritated and in pain.

Fuyuhiko crossed his arms, his irritation growing. "For the love of- just let him do his job. You're making this harder than it needs to be."

Hannah shot him a glare, but didn't say anything, her jaw clenched tight. She was used to ignoring pain, powering through without needing anyone to fix things for her, but now that she had no choice but to sit there, she hated every second of it.

The doctor took a step back, offering Hannah a small smile in an attempt to ease the tension. "Hannah, can you describe how it feels? Is it more of a sharp pain, or does it throb constantly?"

Hannah shifted uncomfortably. "It... throbs." she muttered, reluctant to cooperate, but she knew this was necessary. "And when I move it a certain way, it hurts a lot more."

Dr Miyamoto nodded, scribbling something on his notepad. "Have you had any numbness in your fingers? Any tingling sensations?"

Hannah hesitated for a second before responding. "Sometimes... when I try to pick something up. But it's not like that all the time."

Fuyuhiko sighed heavily, his frustration clear. "If you'd just let us handle this a week ago, you wouldn't be sitting here like this."

Peko, ever the calm presence, stepped closer to Hannah's side. "Hannah, it's important that we know exactly what's wrong so we can help you heal properly. Ignoring it won't make it go away."

Hannah slumped slightly, her stubbornness waning in the face of the combined pressure. She hated being the center of attention like this, and the fact that both Fuyuhiko and Peko were watching her so closely made her feel even more on edge.

She winced again, realizing she was just prolonging her own pain. Sighing, she grudgingly extended her arm toward the doctor again, though her body remained tense.

Dr Miyamoto gave her a small nod of approval, then gently resumed his examination. "So, Hannah," he began casually as he pressed lightly along the swollen area, "You mentioned you got this in a fight. Is that something that happens often?"

Hannah gritted her teeth as he prodded at a particularly tender spot, trying to focus on the conversation instead of the pain. "I can handle myself." she replied tersely, her eyes flicking away. "People just don't know when to back off."

The doctor hummed thoughtfully. "Well, it sounds like you're someone who stands their ground, which is good. But you also need to know when to let people help you."

Fuyuhiko shot her a pointed look at that, and she rolled her eyes in response.

"And," the doctor continued, "You've got to take care of yourself in between. You can't fight with an injury like this. I know it probably seems like a small thing to you, but if you keep pushing through the pain without treating it, it can turn into something more serious."

Hannah grimaced, hating the way his words hit a little too close to home. She knew he was right, but admitting that felt like admitting weakness, something she wasn't willing to do, especially not in front of Fuyuhiko.

"Whatever." she muttered, her voice barely audible. "I get it."

Fuyuhiko raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her sudden agreement. "Finally." he grunted.

Hannah shot him a half-hearted glare, but she was too tired to argue further.

Dr Miyamoto finished his examination and stepped back, satisfied with what he'd seen. "It's definitely a sprain." he confirmed. "But the good news is it doesn't look like there's any major damage. You'll need to wear a splint for a while and avoid using it as much as possible. No heavy lifting, no fighting, and absolutely no stress on the wrist."

Fuyuhiko sighed, rubbing his temples. "You hear that?" he asked, looking at Hannah. "You're not doing anything else to mess this up. No fights, no lifting anything heavy. Got it?"

Hannah scowled, but nodded reluctantly. "Got it." she muttered, though it was clear the idea of resting didn't sit well with her.

As Dr Miyamoto began to apply the splint, he glanced up at her again, his voice softer. "Just try to take care of yourself, okay? It's not weakness to ask for help when you need it."

Hannah didn't respond immediately, but she could feel Fuyuhiko's eyes on her, waiting for a reaction. She kept her gaze focused on the floor. "..tch okay." Fuyuhiko smirked but said nothing.

He leaned back, watching Hannah closely. She still looked tense, her shoulders hunched, but the nervous energy from earlier had died down now that she realized she wasn't going to a hospital. He smirked slightly.

"Seriously, you were that freaked out over this? I thought you were tougher than that."

Hannah shot him a glare. "I wasn't freaked out. And you wouldn't understand."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Fuyuhiko waved her off, but his smirk softened. "Just don't be an idiot next time and let someone help you before it gets this bad."

Dr Miyamoto finished applying the splint, and