*ੈ✩ 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 ‧₊˚ s. kiyoomi

𝟸>𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟽𝚝𝚑, 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛

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I normally love train ride, but today i wasn't enjoying it at all. The rain and the gusts of wind were hitting violently the large windows of the train, shaking it slightly.

My fists were tightly clenched from the wave of anxiety submerging me, my nails leaving crescent moon marks on my scratched skin. I could never play volleyball, my hand's still hurting from the spike. And him, he was still so silent, looking trough the windows if we wasn't scrolling on his phone, his pretty face still hiding behind his mask. I wish i could talk but i don't know what to say, or what to do. Maybe if he's not paying attention to me.. it's maybe because he simply don't want to, and i respect that.

"Does it hurt?" he spoked without any interest audible in his voice.

"N-No." Fuck. Stop stuttering you dumbass.

He gripped his phone firmly with his left hand still scrolling on it and snaked his right one into smaller one, skimming carefully the hot and painful skin of my palm with his long fingers, tracing patterns on it.

I was totally froze on my seat, i could feel myself getting hotter and hotter as the seconds were passing by, him touching my hand this gently without even glancing at me. I feel so stupid. He pulled my arm only to set up my hand on his lap, making it easier for him to rub my skin. How can he do this so casually?

Suddenly, the train started to slow down on the tracks, the wagon shaking violently from the windy weather. Something is definitely wrong because we're not in Tokyo right now.

"The fuck is that." he mumbled to himself, looking outside.

"To the attentions of our passenger, the train in destination of Tokyo from Kyoto will not attempt the destination due to major technicals problems on our way."

I just jumped out of my seat at the announcement and crossed the whole train to find someone who could gave me a little more than just the fact that we were stuck there.

"Excuse-me, what's happening?" i said, my brows furrowed to nice blond lady.

"A part of the bridge fell out because of the storm, we can't go further."

"So.. what's happening now?"

"We're going to give you a night room in the first class, don't worry we have enough for everyone in the train." She smiled reassuringly and made my way back to my seat, trying not to cry. After this stupid day i just wanted to crash and cry in my bed for hours.

I still don't know his name. But he was talking with one of the hostess of the train as i approached my seat.

"She's with me." The hostess nodded and gave him a little key, probably for one of those little room in the first class.

"W-What..?"

"What? Want to be in the same room with this creep?" He said with a frown, showing me a weird guy, eyeing me from head to toes with no shame.

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The room wasn't that bad, it was small but fine. A large bed with a big blankets, a small bathroom with a very small shower and a little tv was hanging on the wall. Plus: it was very clean.

As my pretty and mysterious roommates for the night was showering, my eyes were glued on the woman on the TV, saying something about a very bad storm coming right for our ass. Usually i'm not scared but on a bridge and in a fucking train? I am terrified.