I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

When I think about it, I always hated going to the hospital as a kid.

Not that I was the type to scream and throw tantrums in protest.

I grew up in a strict household where doing something like that would earn me five times the punishment.

If I sensed something was off, I was more the type to quietly slip away or hide in a closet—a natural escape artist.

But ultimately, trips to the hospital were unavoidable. Whether it was because I was sick or needed a vaccination, there was always a reason.

And with a sharp enough intuition, it wasn’t hard to pick up on suspicious atmospheres.

Yet, when I actually got to the hospital, I’d quietly get my shots and take my medicine without a fuss.

So why did I make such a fuss about going in the first place? Thinking back now, it’s laughable.

To deal with my disappearing act at the mere mention of a hospital, my parents got creative. They started using deception tactics:

“Let’s go get steak. I’ll buy you a toy. Want to go to the amusement park? How about checking out the festival? A celebrity’s in town...”

I can’t count how many times I fell for it. Even now, the resentment over those betrayals lingers deep in my heart.

“A-ahaha... Yuria, you’re not a fan of tonkatsu? H-how about sushi?”