thoughts. . . a bunch of thoughts. . . It's all YOUR fault. . . you started this. . . it will come back to you like a boomerang soon. . . remember-

Junichirou silently looked at his drawings, clicking his pen and lazily propping his head up with his hand. With a light sigh, he rubbed his eyes and stood up from the table, throwing the already finished pen into the trash can and silently leaving the lab, shoving his calloused palms into the pockets of his pure white coat. With light steps, he looked somewhere under his feet.

"I think... It would be worthwhile to see how the others are doing..."