Ekko kicked his legs impatiently, ruffling the sheets of the hospital bed below him. Neon light fixtures above buzzed softly, gleaming off the polished linoleum floor. He sighed, seconds of inactivity ticking by irritatingly through his psyche.

It was a week after his judgment, and the fresh Champion still needed another week of orientation before deemed fit to perform on the Fields. A complete physical exam was one of those prerequisites.

"You'd think with all of the advanced runic technology this dump wouldn't need to require a physical exam," he muttered softly to himself.

He tried entertaining himself with the various health posters around the room. A particular poster caught his interest, depicting possible digestive diseases all in one digestive system. Losing interest after cringing a few times at the graphic illustration, he moved on to another poster chronicling the synthetic arcane disease outbreak that had occurred a few years prior.

Within the poster was a picture of a young nurse preparing to administer a mandatory shot. Ekko let out a long whistle, leaning in close.

"What a babe…" he softly whispered admiringly. He recognized her as a Champion, but prior interest in the Institute was close to nil, leaving that fact as a factual dead end.

He lingered for a little while longer to gaze upon the woman before moving on to poster after poster. Soon he found himself fiddling with the various equipment closely located to the sink and cabinet housing all of the room's medical apparatus. He knew it best if he not fiddle around too much, and soon enough, he found himself on the bed again, all interest in the room suddenly exhausted. His mental clock signified the five minute mark. He let out an exasperated sigh, his impatience almost reaching a head.

Then, as he considered just dipping out to return another day, he heard the clicking of heels. The door to the small one-room infirmary opened. Ekko's jaw almost dropped as he sat back down onto the sheets almost obediently.

The door closed shut again, and in front of it stood one of the most beautiful women the boy had ever seen. She had in hand a clipboard which she scribbled upon as sharp, emerald eyes pierced into his. He realized it was the nurse in the small photo.

Her curves looked at least a hundred times more succulent in real life, hugged by a tight, one piece uniform that cut itself off at her upper thighs. The skin of her arms were bared, flawless and tantalizing even beneath the harsh exposing light of the neon above her. Red lines of the uniform ran down her figure, accentuating the supple swell of her breasts. The red continued around her luscious legs, hugging the hem of the tight thigh-highs that squeezed down to her scarlet stiletto heels. The white was contrasted by the long jet black of her hair, spilling down to her lower back, bound by a matching red tie. A white nurse cap with the obligatory red cross topped it all off.

The teenager gulped, clamminess seeping through the surface of his skin. Gods, he didn't expect such a goddess to service him. This was going to be difficult to go through, considering what happened during physical exams.

His mind suddenly flashed to the holorotics he peeked at during his time in Zaun. He remembered all of the ones with nurses in them; how they would bite their lips seductively, "accidentally" run their hands along places where they shouldn't belong, run their fingers along their thighs as they straddled patients on their examining tables...

He shook the lewd wanderings of his mind as quickly as they had surfaced. A silence ensued, the scritching of a pencil against paper the only interruption. As her finger nimbly wrote on the clipboard, she held an intense eye contact with Ekko, gaze almost surgical. Finally, the nurse stopped her writing. She held her cold, impersonal gaze for a few more moments before stepping to the side, towards the counter.

Ekko let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. She was intense.

More silence ensued as the woman began filing through the cabinets, pulling out various tools and equipment, flipping through the pages on her clipboard.

Her name suddenly flashed into her mind.

"Say…you're…Akali, aren't you?" he Ekko said tentatively, eager to ease at least a small portion of the awkwardness. She stayed silent, but he continued. "So…you're a nurse in your spare time, huh?"

"I used to be. Now in my spare time I am a fully certified physician's assistant," she replied curtly. She turned towards him, wheeling a small metal cart. "But you may call me 'doctor'."

Ekko let out an impressed whistle. The atmosphere, though still a little awkward, was warmer. He pressed on, confidence slowly rising in his chest.

"That's impressive," he said, getting up obediently off the bed as Akali gruffly pointed at the scale she settled at her feet. "A young, 20ish woman like you-"

"16."

"Excuse me?"

"My age," Akali said. She silently directed the teenager to stand next to a height scale, jotting down the numbers on her clipboard. "I was admitted into the League at 15. I am now 16."

Ekko sensed a sort of pride laced into her monotone. 16, huh? The fact that she was a year younger than him was exciting. A girl that young with a body and mature aura like that… His imagination began to run away again, pondering the possibilities, imagining his hands on her smooth skin.

He found himself sitting on the bed as Akali pressed her stethoscope of her his chest. He panicked a little as she gave him a suspicious sideglance, his heart's beat slightly rapid. She proceeded to shine a tool into his ear, leaning in close to peer inside. Ekko struggled to stay calm, the sweet lotus scent of her skin wafting into his nostrils. He felt the bed shift as she moved to his other ear.

Akali continued, using the same tool to shine into his eye, and then shone it down his throat. She withdrew, sitting beside him, jotting down more of the data on her clipboard. She set down the clipboard, sharp eyes meeting his again, ensuring contact was maintained.

Then, she scooted a little closer, the soft skin of her arm pressing against his. Ekko was positive his pulse was at least triple its normal tempo at this point, his eyes inadvertently shifting to focus on her pink, full lips. He could almost see her breaths escaping their softness. The blush on his cheeks burned as a silence continued. His eyes found hers again, and she continued looking at him in silence.

Ekko couldn't hear anything other than his heartbeat.

The atmosphere was suddenly hot, and he could feel sweat trickling down the side of face.

The silence continued, and a sudden impulse to reach out with his hand and kiss her slipped into his mind. Unfortunately for him, his fingers clenched with a deadman's grip on the sheets below him.

He couldn't read her at all, her neutral eyes deadset on his as something roiled in the mind behind them. Was that…blush on her cheeks too? Was she...?

A "hm" escaped her before she shattered the tension with a grenade.

"Take your shirt off."

Ekko's heart jumped into his throat. Akali's face remained close, her eyes piercing into his, in a coercing glare.

Was she seriously thinking what he was thinking?

Just to ease your minds, Akali was accepted into the Kinkou order 14. Taking her background of intense training with her mother into consideration, it would make sense that she was admitted into League a year or two later. I'm going for a year later here in my little Waddleverse.