'Is that really the way you treat a bullet just taken from someone's body?' 'Ah, actually I was just trying to help the patient relax…yep.'īefore he finished the sentence, the man in white was already pulling his surgical tweezers from the red flesh on that arm and bringing them over to the tray placed on the bedside table.Ī lead-colored piece of metal fell from the tweezers and clanged against the tray despite being soaked in blood. His eyes were closed, but low groans could be heard escaping his throat every now and then. He was somewhere between conscious and unconscious. The tallish man who lay on the bed had a silver medical tool inserted in the raw red flesh on his arm. The things his gaze was fixated upon were – red, and silver. '…Anyway, I hope you would be kind enough to concentrate on your job at hand for the time being.' The man with an expressionless face nodded robotically and looked at Shinra with cold eyes as he said: Well, she insisted that it was giri but it was infinitely close to being a 'real' Valentine chocolate……a chocolate so 'real' and surrounded by such an erotic adult-only aura! Yet for the crucial White Day gift I'm still struggling to figure out what to give to her in return…'

'Last month I just got a giri chocolate from the girl I have a crush on. The man in white, Kishitani Shinra, didn't seem to mind as he continued both the handiwork and the dialogue with a visibly flushed face.

His conversation partner fell silent again. The man in white smiled heartily and answered without even turning around. The voice that just addressed him as 'Kishitani-sensei' would bring to the listener's mind the image of a cold iron plate. But even so, I can't stop myself from over-thinking, because this might very well be the most important question of my life.' 'Basically it says it's no good to think too much. The man in white, however, continued to speak from behind his medical mask unperturbed. The man standing next to the man in white gave no reply after he heard the question. 'Over-thinking is worse than not thinking. March of a certain year, somewhere in Tokyo

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