Yuta admitted to himself that he never noticed you. You were in the same club as him but you never tried to start a conversation with him. Yuta had recorded some of your tiniest interactions, mostly you looking so flattered around him, but it never mattered to him.

Yuta was meters away from you, standing while having a glimpse of you and your sleepy head freely moving against the direction of the train. He didn't know that you passed through your station.

It was the second to the last station and Yuta slipped beside you despite the train being cleared almost completely. Yuta observed the train's break brought you to his chest and you woke up.

"Last station." the speakers echoed twice.

Yuta looked at your eyes, he chuckled, "You worked hard today, didn't you?"

"Uhh.. Oh no! I overslept!"

"I'll take you home, can I?" 

you are currently entering the next genre: angst @ the moment..