Is this a lovers' quarrel?

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Voice of pain wakes her, a white ceiling greets her and smells of medicine sweep sleepiness from her. She got up to then sit on a white, soft mattress. In a matter of seconds, she was aware that she was in the school's clinic.

How she get here becomes a question for her but, there's another more important question. She looks around but white curtains on three sides, front, left, and right block her eyesight.

"Where's he?" She whispered for then get the answer instantly.

"Ouch! Ouch! Please, Mr. Gil, be more gentle!"

"Student Ilia, my touch was more than gentle."

Jeanne's ears perks up as she heard his familiar voice. She leaves her bed instantly. Opening a piece of a white curtain, she was greeted by his presence. The boy sits on a tall, wooden brown chair as the physician treats the cuts on his face.

The guilt made her standstill.

"Jeanne, you wake up," Ilia said.

Mr. Gil turns his head to glance at Jeanne's face. --how a healthy face looks like--. As he thought, the girl was healthy. She only has a few scrapes on the back of her hands.

"Please bear with the pain in your hands in a few days. It won't be long for your wounds gone," Mr. Gil explained.

Jeanne never put her sight to Mr. Gil, her eyes were fixed to Ilia. But, she does pay a little attention to the physician's words.

"...I understand," she replied to Mr. Gil as her legs bring her closer to Ilia. She hugged him from behind for then put her cheek on his cheek. In a whisper, she said, "I'm sorry."

"I already forgive you. No need for you to apologize again." Ilia move his hand to stroke Jeanne's head fondly.

He had done the same thing before when the girl sleep on his body. He recalls the moment when she is begging for his forgiveness when keeps saying "I'm sorry" repeatedly. He said that he forgive her but she never stopped to beg. In the end, silence comes she falls asleep.

An opportunity arises and he uses it to do that, to stroke Jeanne's head.

Huh? What about touching her soft parts, smelling her, or licking her?

...he won't dare to do that. He is a virgin, remember?

"Student Ilia, student Jeanne, flirting in front of a school's staff was not good behavior. If the two of you didn't want to be reported, please cease it. Furthermore, Ilia's treatment hasn't finished yet."

"That was not a good thing indeed." Ilia nodded. Agree to carry out Mr. Gil's warning. However… "Jeanne, you can stop to hug me, you know?"

Jeanne shakes her head. "Don't wanna! I'm too afraid to lose you." She tightened her arms around the boy's chest.

Her words and attitude made him speechless- no… her supple, warm bust that being pressed to his back made him speechless!

"Ouch!"

Or maybe not... He made a Yelp as a little ball of cotton soaked in antiseptic touched his wound. Stinging pain jolted his body.

"Mr. Gil, we have some romantic scene here. Well… not that romantic but, mind care for a little? Tiny bit also enough," Ilia complained as he looked at the eyes of the man.

"I do mind to report you or not but," he paused to clean another Ilia's wound. "These wounds, who is the culprit. The one who gives you this brutal behavior deserves severe punishment."

Jeanne's body twitched at a moment Mr. Gil was done with his talks. Ilia feels that twitch and now he feels the girl shivering. He didn't need to be smart to know that the girl was scared.

Her arms that hug him more tightly can be said to be proof.

"This is a serious matter when someone does physical bullying in our school. Student Ilia, give the name. You don't have to be afraid of the act of revenge because we, the teachers will give you protection," Mr. Gil said using a serious tone.

"It's-"

"I'm sorry," Jeanne said in a broken voice as she try to hold her tears. Her sudden apology also cut off Ilia's words. Fear was visible as she said, "don't hate me."

Mr. Gil moves his eyes to observe Jeanne. On the other side, Ilia said, "no no no, as I already said before, I'm already forgiven you. I didn't hate you and never will. Hold your tears, okay?"

Jeanne didn't say anything. She just nodded meekly then nuzzled Ilia's cheek. The boy's cheeks become warm because of her actions. He also becomes quite fidgety.

"Haa… as I said, don't flirt in front of a school's staff." Mr. Gil shakes his head to a moment later stare at Ilia's eyes. "Student Ilia, say the name. Your messy face draws too much attention. I need to make a report so that the other staff know and didn't make a fuss about the reasons behind your ugly face."

"Aww, that's hurt to be called ugly, and…" he paused to look at Jeanne.

He sees the girl close her eyes as she keeps nuzzling his cheeks. She seemed didn't mind reporting things. But, is it alright to tell Mr. Gil that she was the culprit?

As Ilia was preoccupied with that question, Jeanne said, "I was the one who punch him. I regret it and I'm sorry for it."

Her confession surprised two men in this room. For Ilia, he didn't know that Jeanne was brave enough to face the consequences of her mistake. As for Mr. Gil, the thought about the girl can be this violence never existed.

"...why did you punch him?" Mr. Gil asked after a moment of silence.

"Be because he says he hates me," Jeanne explained.

"It was a misunderstanding," Ilia added.

"But but we're fine now, right?" She hesitates as she takes a peek at Ilia.

The boy nodded. "Yes and I already forget what had happened."

"...thank you," said Jeanne in another meek soft voice.

Mr. Gil signed as he concluded. "Is this a lovers' quarrel?"

Ilia and Jeanne move their heads to see each other eyes. A moment later, they say "Yes!" harmoniously.