ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｉｓ ｄｕｍｂ ||𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚘 ʙɴʜᴀ✗ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

:|:𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝:|:

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╭ ─┉─ • ─┉─ ╮
Even if you're with
people you know and
trust.

That doesn't mean they
can be trusted.

Trust is something
that should be earned.
╰─┉─¡! • !¡─┉─╯

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𝐋/𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
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I reached a train station, not wanting to risk running into the Bakusquad nor get caught up in the rain.

The ticket was thirty Yen.

As I waited for the train to come, my stomach grumbled. There was a vending machine that sold soda and snacks.

Looking at the different flavored sodas and the variety of snacks, I picked a Choc Mint energy drink and a small sweet Bento box.

I opened up the cap of the drink and took a sip. The moment I did so, I spat it out.

"Shit tastes like fucking toothpaste!"

I threw the can into a bin and opened the Bento box, hoping the sweets inside would get rid of the toothpaste in my mouth.

"All passengers of train C-17 please stand ready to get in." A voice on the intercom indicated that my train was here.

The sound of the train coming closer, increased the amount of noise there was already.

"Please stay clear of the runway."

The doors opened and people came out or walked in. Packing the train full.

All of the seats were taken so I was forced to hold onto the handles and stand. The little space between me and the other passengers became less as more people came in.

I was glad I wore sweatpants instead of a skirt, the looks I saw on some people as they looked at the schoolgirls' skirts with perverted thoughts.

A bump shook the train a little bit, enough for the person behind me to get pushed onto me.

I tensed up, hoping that they'd move.

They didn't.

Taking out my phone and looking at the reflection on the screen I saw who it was.

I couldn't forget the duo-haired and duo-eyed male.

He was also looking irritated and uncomfortable with him so close to me.

I assumed he didn't recognize me because my hoodie covered my face. He tried to push himself off of me only for the person next to him to shove him.

'So you do have some respect Shotō, I thank you for that.'

Most Mafias probably don't even know what "respect" is.

Respect for them is following the Leader's orders.

He clenched his fist, ready to throw hands at the person who shoved him.

I closed my hand around his fist, giving him a reassuring squeeze. His muscles relaxed and he squeezed back.

Knowing Morse code, I squeezed a message to him.

'You okay?'

He squeezed back.

'Yes. Just a bunch of a-holes here.'

I chuckled softly before squeezing again.

'Some just need to stop being like this. It's frustrating.'