When he arrived at the doorstep, Kagura Hikaru got out of the car and almost lost his balance, collapsing to the ground.
Many people have likely experienced the annoyance of being harassed by a mosquito before going to sleep. Kagura Hikaru's feeling right now was somewhat similar.
Only, instead of one mosquito, it was tens of thousands, if not more, harassing him.
And they were talking to him all the time, impossible to chase away or kill.
The countless thoughts and ideas inside the people around him were revealed in his heart without any concealment, the vast amount of meaningless information causing dizziness and swelling in the brain, making it impossible to concentrate, with uneven steps.
Kagura Hikaru couldn't even remember how long it took him to get home from the hospital. It might have been an hour, or maybe two; even his sense of time had become blurry.
"Hikaru? Are you all right?"
Kagura Hikaru's staggering state drew his father's puzzlement.
