"….."
Inside his professor's apartment, Robin slowly opened his eyes, then let out a long, tired exhale and rubbed his head with both hands, as if trying to ease a pressure that had been accumulating for days.
Unlike the past—when he used to spend a great amount of time in the Soul Society, especially inside the Hall of Meditation and Focus—now he tried to limit his visits to the smallest number possible, almost treating them like a burden he wanted to postpone endlessly. His trips were reduced to picking up tasks and delivering completed ones, nothing more. Lately, he even began taking fifty tasks at once just to increase the gap between visits… stretching every interval as far as he reasonably could.
