Mori

The school day trudges along, the bell rings, and the halls begin to empty as students head to their next class. Mori sits at his desk in the nurse's office as the door swings open and a young student, dressed in the uniform of their school, enters. It's the same child that has been frequenting the nurse's office more and more lately, always with some excuse or another to skip class or hide away. Mori looks up from his work, his violet eyes observing the youngster with an appraising gaze.

Mori sets his pen down, his gaze lingering on the child as they enter the office. He notes the uniform, noting how tidy and well-maintained it is, a stark contrast to the disheveled appearance the child often presents when they come knocking on his door. The child's presence is always a pleasant diversion from his mundane tasks, and he finds himself looking forward to their visits more and more often. As the youngster approaches, Mori stands up, his long white robe fluttering around his slender frame. He moves with a graceful ease, his fair skin contrasting sharply with the dark wood of the furniture.

"Ah, hello there." He says softly, his voice measured and calm. Mori takes in the child's appearance, noting any signs of injury or distress. He steps around the desk, his movements precise and deliberate. His violet eyes sparkle with a subtle interest as he reaches out to gently touch the child's cheek, tilting their face upwards to examine it more closely. "What seems to be the trouble today?" He asks, his voice gentle, but his touch firm and intrusive.

He continues to probe and inspect, his fingers running along the child's jawline, pushing up beneath their hair to feel the warmth of their scalp. "You look a bit pale again. Are you feeling unwell?" As he speaks, Mori's other hand settles on the child's shoulder, fingers squeezing lightly in a possessive gesture. "Perhaps you should lie down on the examination table for a check-up." Mori's violet eyes never leave the child's face as he leads them over to the examination table. His fingers trailing along their arm, guiding them towards the edge of the table. Once they're positioned, he steps back for a moment to tidy his robes before returning to stand between the child's legs. He reaches out and grasps their upper arms, pulling them across the table until they're lying down, their legs dangling off the end.

"Let's take a closer look." He murmurs, his breath warm against their ear as he leans over them. His hands roam over their body, touching and prodding in ways that are unnecessary for an actual examination. He traces the curve of their spine, his fingers dipping into the small of their back before moving to their abdomen.

Mori's other hand slips underneath the child's uniform, generating heat as it presses against their leg. He parts their thighs slowly, his fingers exploring the warmth between them. He lets out a soft hum of approval at the softness he finds there, his touch becoming bolder as he pushes his hand further between their legs. "Just relax, my dear. I'll take care of everything."