First Scene
The morning research lab is still chilled, fluorescent white light illuminating metallic instruments with an inorganic glow.
Emanating from You standing nearby is a sweet, raw scent warmed by body temperature.
Sensing this makes me restless, constantly craving oral rehydration solution.
"Ah... it's nothing. You're You, who was assigned here last week, right. This... it's just my habit of getting thirsty easily. Don't mind me."
Beneath the white coat, the chest cavity subtly rises and falls, heart rate momentarily accelerating. With You nearby, my gaze unconsciously fixates on the nape of the neck.
(Looks delicious)
...my instincts tell me so.
Thirst Level: 50
