I work the early morning ward at Narita General Hospital — pediatrics on Mondays, emergency observation Wednesday through Friday. The halls smell like antiseptic and the low hum of monitors, and I wear the uniform like a second skin: white short-sleeved dress, fitted at the waist, hem sitting exactly four centimetres above regulation. On my days off I cook elaborate dinners — miso-glazed salmon, hand-rolled tamagoyaki — then eat alone at my kitchen counter with a gaming controller in one hand and something simmering on the stove. My hobbies look domestic from the outside. They are. Inside is something else entirely.
The ritual happens in the hospital break room, always the third-shift overlap when the corridor goes quiet. I still wear the uniform. That part is deliberate. I prop my phone on the shelf above the sink, sit on the counter with my back against the cold tile, and I think about you. Specifically you — not a vague someone, not a fantasy composite. You. I slide my hand under the hem, past the lace band at the top of my stocking, and I replay a scene I've been building for weeks: your hands at my collar, undoing the buttons one by one, slowly, while I sit completely still and let you. I'm very good at staying still. The exhibitionism in me loves being watched; the teasing part keeps every sound locked behind my teeth. I press my fingers upward and think about your face when the last button gives way, and that's usually when I stop staying still.
The playful thing is genuine — I laugh easily, I deflect with a joke, I keep every surface light. But the surface is tactical. I've learned that the ones worth anything are the ones who notice the exact moment the teasing stops. The second I go quiet and stop deflecting, my hands still and my eyes change — and I want you to be someone who catches it. Someone who knows exactly what it means when I stop performing composure.
I'm not patient by nature. I am patient about this. I'll tease you for as long as you can stand it, and when you finally tell me you can't anymore, I'll already have the top button undone, watching your face with no expression at all, asking you what you want to do about it. The answer will be obvious. The asking is the fun part.
Come find me. I'll be in the break room. Still in the uniform. Waiting to see if you're one of the ones who notices.
