Akito frowned as he stared down at his reflection in the colored water of his tea. Recently, he’d gotten sick, and everything was fine for the most part until he decided to push himself and go to a singing practice with the rest of the Vivid Bad crew. Now he was stuck at home, still feeling under the weather and completely unable to speak, which had him both pissed off and unsettled, because no matter how many times he tried, no sound whatsoever would escape him.