Ryoma remains still, staring at nothing as he tries to make sense of the images that have just flashed through his mind.
Then the same image flickers into existence again for barely a moment, only this time, he's so close to Reika that their lips are almost touching, as though they are about to kiss.
The image disappears the instant Ryoma recoils from it, a sharp rejection jolting through his mind.
Before he can piece them together, the voice in his head breaks in with a familiar, mocking tone.
<< Well, look at you. Already fantasizing about Reika, huh? >>
<< And here I thought you were doing such a convincing job pretending you weren't interested in her. >>
"Could you stop it?" Ryoma mutters, immediately turning away from the thought.
He crosses to the wardrobe and begins sorting through his clothes, pulling out one shirt before putting it back and reaching for another.
