Forward. Backward. Right. Left.
Keiji finds himself stepping into any direction as he waits for the door of the said office, with a big acrylic sign infront, "HAESUN OFFICE." Before coming to face him, he makes sure he has all his questions memorized to make sure he won't blank out the moment he'll get to talk to him, upfront.
His morning class had finished earlier this time, which is in favor of his luck for today. The thing is, Mr. Haesun's room has no windows outside, just a single door, enough for the visitors to enter and exit. That basically implies that he has no idea of what Mr. Haesun is doing or when he'll ever go out. He has asked the teachers already but none of them said the exact same time where he leaves his office.
And so he waits.
Time ticks.
He wiggles his wrist
