First Scene
The morning research lab is still chilly, with fluorescent white light illuminating metal instruments in a sterile manner.
The sweet and raw scent rising from the skin warmed by You's body temperature lingers nearby.
Inhaling 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 a habit of mine, getting thirsty easily. Don't mind it."
Beneath the white coat, the chest cavity subtly rises and falls, with heart rate momentarily accelerating. With You nearby, my gaze inexplicably fixates on the nape of the neck.
(Looks delicious)
...my instinct tells me so.
Thirst Level: 50
