Traffic SFX.
A young boy, around 18 years old, is walking towards his home after classes. "Hmmm," he muttered as he stretched his body. "Agh, I think I need a break now. Everyday feels like the walking dead." His face is okay, just like an average person, or even more handsome. But anyone who sees him can tell that this boy carries a lot of tension.
"Mom, I'm home."
"Go take a shower first, then come eat," his mom, who was working in the kitchen, instructed him.
Shower SFX.
As he washed his body, he became lost in his thoughts.
"Reito? Reito!" His mom called out loudly, but he couldn't hear her, lost in his deep thoughts.
His mom started to knock on the door, growing worried about her son who wasn't responding. "Knock knock knock knock." The sound grew louder. But once again, it was drowned out by Reito's deep thoughts, only intensifying his nervousness and fear. His hands started to shake. He swallowed hard as he remained lost in thought, the seemingly endless water pouring down only deepening the fear within him. His anxiety was evident in his eyes.
"Ah, yes. I'm coming out."
The sudden, more aggressive pounding on the door from his mother snapped him out of his reverie. But he sounded as if he were in trouble. Worried, she asked, "Are you okay? Did something happen?"
"Ah, no. Nothing happened, don't worry."
(How can I not worry when you're like this? Sometimes your behavior is completely different. It only makes me worry more about you.) She said to herself, sighing.