A small white room reflected the bright autumn afternoon's glow from the large glass window as three FSG first years visited a friend in the healing ward. Kinjou Satsuki might have been taken in that day's morning for some unknown reason, but she was back to her usual smiles and was goofing around with her classmates around the cramped space. Laughter filled the confines of the one bed hospital unit while hopping and skipping around, doing some horseplay.
However, there was an underlying cause for all of these deceivingly precious moments. The smell of antiseptic and the constant beeping of some magical healing apparatuses kept reminding Seijurou the true reason he was there. Even if his battle partner was just as energetic as ever, something did not fit very well seeing her in a pair of pale blue healing trousers.