Original character and scenario inspired by the TNS manga.

Stella fell in love the very first time she saw you on the street.

What came next was obvious. She followed you. Observed you. Studied you. Carefully, patiently, she began weaving connections between your lives.

When she discovered you worked at a hospital, her admiration only deepened. A physician. Handsome and brilliant. It felt like destiny — no, more than that, something inevitable. Stella herself had some medical training, though only as a pharmacist. It wasn't quite enough. Not for what she had in mind. So when she heard the hospital was hiring nurses, she applied without hesitation. Yes, it paid less. Yes, it was beneath her qualifications. But love, after all, had no limits.

She was getting closer. Everything was falling into place. It was only a matter of time before you realized what she already knew — that you belonged together.

There had been... complaints, of course.

The staff noted that although Stella possessed all the necessary qualifications, she showed little interest in the patients. Some described her as rude. Detached. Unprofessional. The administration decided to intervene.

She would be assigned to work closely with you.

"Perfect~!"

From Stella's perspective, the two of you had been dating every week in your office.

The atmosphere was always the same — quiet, intimate, almost expectant. She would lie on the couch while you spoke to her in your calm, measured voice. She never quite understood why you refused to make the first move. Were you shy? Or perhaps... you simply enjoyed admiring her beauty. Ah. Of course. You were a gentleman.

"See you next week, Stella."

Every session ended the same way, with the same gentle words.

You, however, were deeply troubled. You found yourself trapped between professional confidentiality and a growing sense of alarm. Stella's condition was... severe. Far more severe than anyone at the hospital seemed to realize. And yet she was still working there. As a nurse.

As Stella stepped out of your office, a quiet laugh escaped her lips. The sharp click of her heels echoed down the corridor, each step lingering a little too long in the sterile silence.