Leaning up against the doorframe to the nurse's office, Bokuto lets out a heavy sigh as he folds his arms across his chest in an impatient gesture. His foot is tapping lightly on the floor, a fidgeting tic he had acquired over the years. Eyes glancing back and forth between the clock on the wall and the patient sitting on the examining table, he wonders just how long the simple checkup with the school nurse could take. It's not that he wanted to get back to class any faster than normal, but that the too white room filled with medicine and sterilized everything just made him feel slightly on edge.
"Thanks for waiting for me, Bokuto," the girl on the examining table rasps as the nurse goes around the room collecting needed items.
[Name] had been complaining about a sore throat all morning. It wasn't until the day was halfway through did she finally relent and decide to go to the nurse's office for a well needed checkup. Bokuto, being the kind friend that he was, had decided to escort her there just in case anything bad happened along the way—it totally wasn't because he wanted to skip the quiz his class was taking right at that moment.
Shrugging in response, he made a gesture as a way of saying 'no problem'.
The nurse, who had acquired all the things she needed, had finally settled herself before [Name]. "We're just going to take a look and see what's going on with your throat real quick, okay?" As the older woman asks this, she holds up what looked to be a wooden popsicle stick: a tongue depressor.
Bokuto watches as [Name] nods obediently before opening her mouth wide, tongue poking out at the bottom. The nurse uses the wooden depressor to push her tongue down further, the flashlight in her other hand directed in a way that let the older woman see the back of [Name]'s throat. As she does this, the wooden stick slides a little further down [Name]'s throat and she gags, an unattractive sound eliciting from her as she does so. The nurse apologizes, but continues to press further, causing [Name] to gag a few more times.
A red blush fans across Bokuto's face as he hears the sounds, his mind instantly going to other more obscene places. He averts his eyes from the examining table, thinking that if he didn't look, then the small movements [Name] made every time she gagged wouldn't be too much of a problem. He can still hear her though, and the noises are enough to get him flustered. Closing his eyes, he tries to block out the images and sounds that threaten to permeate his mind. This action, however, only makes things worse for the poor teen as he starts to imagine things other than the wooden depressor; thing far too nasty to say out loud.
The warmth of his blush intensifies and, foot tapping more heavily against the linoleum flooring to the room, he swears that his blood has started rushing elsewhere. Snapping his eyes open, he crosses then uncrosses his legs in an attempt to do something—anything—to fix his growing problem. He makes his biggest mistake of the day when he dares himself to look back over at [Name].
"I-I'll be right back," he nearly yells, stumbling his way out the door, leaving a very confused [Name] in his wake.
As he runs to the bathroom to take care of his not so little problem, he has a hard time forgetting the image of saliva slipping down [Name]'s chin as the nurse finally removed the wooden stick from its place on her tongue.