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It sprung up almost overnight. The red brick cranny between Yuri's Flowershop and Konno Bakery was barely six meters across, and had been home to a depressed-looking "For Lease" sign for longer than either of its neighbour businesses had existed. Thus, everybody noticed when one Sunday morning, the sign had disappeared, replaced with a gaudy neon green monstrosity that sat over the door and read: "Number One Clinic Under the Sky".
According to Gokudera, it was "the dumbest name ever," and Yamamoto had only laughed and taken giddy photos. Tsuna looked past the sign into the windows. A woman in a white lab coat twirled whimsically in the swivel chair behind the front desk. Her face looked mid-twenties at most, far too young for someone starting up her own clinic. Her hair was a shade of red leaning into burgundy that was too dark to really stand out, and her eyes were a mere tinge brighter than Tsuna's own, but with a force of amber highlighting them that seemed to freeze him in his step. She stared at him and grinned, and suddenly she reminded him so much of a fox on the prowl, and the instinct in him urged the tenth Vongola head to hurry his pace and hope his guardians would follow after. He kept his eyes peeled for a malpractice suit in the papers.
But within weeks it was clear that, if customer testimonials were anything to go by, it was actually a clinic that lived up to its grandiose name.
"Hibari Kyouya broke my ribs, and she managed to heal it in just one week!"
"The tonfa bruises on my arms just wouldn't fade, but one visit to her and my skin now looks good as new!"
"I thought I'd never walk again after pissing off the disciplinary committee, until Dr. Sorahashi replaced my kneecaps! Now I'm better than ever, and I even joined the track team!"
As it so happened, the clinic was located approximately 500 meters down the road from Namimori Middle School.