Resuscitation Exam

I'm daydreaming. You know, the kind of thing you usually do with a mannequin. The one where you breathe into someone's mouth to resuscitate them. I'm wondering what would happen if that actually came up on a practical exam.

When she's older, she might aim to become a nurse or a paramedic. Given her serious personality, if it were an exam, she would do exactly as the teacher says. After all, in a real-life situation, hesitating just because the person is of the opposite sex could cost them their life.

For the exam, student volunteers would likely be recruited. I, having signed up for it, would happen to be the subject for her test.

At that moment, those lips I've been longing for so much would draw near, even if my nose is being pinched. I repeat, since it is strictly an exam, my condition is normal. I'm actually perfectly healthy. And on top of that, her healthy lips are coming toward me. It's an unbearable situation.

I, who am dreaming of such things, am a first-year middle school student, and she is sitting in the seat diagonally in front of me, listening intently to Mr. Furuta's English grammar class.