Hana blankly turned around at the sound of Keiji-san’s voice. Eh. She shook her head slightly to snap out of all that had just happened. “Hai…” Oops. She as supposed to not use that word again. “Minako just sent me the address.” She held her phone out to him. Hana anxiously allowing herself to follow him towards the B train. It’s not like she could argue. Hana didn’t know the city well at all. She allowed herself to linger a few steps behind him till they reached the station. The crowd of people pushing her forward into his back. She quickly walked in front of him and into the train before she could see his response. Hana taking a seat quickly. The sound of young boys snickering causing her to turn her head to the right. An old woman was trying to wrap her hand in the hanging straps. Hana stood up and approached the old woman. “Obaa-san, why don’t you take my seat?” The old woman silently nodded her head and allowed Hana to help her to the seat. “This should feel better.” The old woman reached up and pat her head. Eh. Was this becoming a trend? How could she refuse an obaasan though? “Good child.” Hana smiling. Finding herself being turned around by one of the boys. Eh! Why was today so hectic. “Standing up on the train isn’t the smartest idea for a girl like you.” The boy decides him leaning down slightly as if to imply he was going to try and look up her skirt. In furry she went to punch the guy who spoke, but found her arm stopped by the old woman’s cane. To bad for the old woman, Hana had pivoted slightly to kick the leaning boy. The poor boy fell sideways into the door. As the train doors started to close and the crowd pushed him heavily against it. The boy went to slap Hana, but found his arm now stopped by the old woman’s cane. “Children shouldn’t be fighting.” The old woman smiled. She moved her cane to point at all the spectators. “Especially, in front of everyone.” Hana’s face turned red. She just realized she had caused yet another scene. Eh. Today really sucked. She bowed her head and apologized to the old woman she just met. The student besides her ignoring to heed the wise advice went to swing another punch. Hana putting her arms up to shield her face. “Eh.” Would she ever get to karaoke?
Keiji’s hand shot out, catching the boys hand in the palm of his hand. He watched as the idiot went from staring at his hand in shock to slowly looking up to see Keiji staring right back at him.
“H-hey. What the hell are you doing!?” The other guys kicked up a fuss to which Keiji simply leaned in closer to the one who’d been caught, twisting the captive arm in warning to the other guys.
“Didn’t Obasaan say children shouldn’t be fighting?” Keiji’s expression flashed from its usual dull expression to that of someone who was slightly unhinged. He turned to look at the other guys, smirking slightly at their reactions to his sudden switch. “Didn’t she?” He didn’t wait for their response and simply pushed the ballsy idiot into his idiotic friends. When he turned back to Kobayashi-san and Obaasan his expression was normal again. “Pardon Chibi-chan, she tends to be feisty. Even today she gave me a concussion.” He bowed to Obaasan before draping his arm around Chibi-chan so as to warn off any other guys who got any ideas. Did he bother looking at Chibi-chan to see her expression? Not a chance. This girl was just a magnet for trouble both in school and out. How did she even survive?
The monotone rumbling of the train was a pleasant white noise that he could focus on to drown out the idle prattle of fellow passengers. Resting his head against the bar he wasn’t even aware that his eyes were starting to close… His grip on Kobayashi-san didn’t loosen however and he was soon in a light sleep.
Minako stood frozen where she had been placed like a doll. Amber hues stared up at Haru as embarrassment turned to shear mortification when he squirted milk at the older men. She could feel her temper starting to spike up. First, he picks her up like she’s nothing and just puts her wherever he pleases. THEN, he squirts milk at those men causing an even bigger seen! As Baka-chan and Haru-san talked her free hand gripped the strap of her bag so hard she could feel her nails digging into her palm. Baka-chan and Haru-san’s attempt to change the topic was the final straw. “BAKA!!!” Releasing her hand strap she whacked Baka-chan hard over the back of the head. “Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I have to be in the middle.” She flicked him on the head. There was so much more she could say, but she didn’t want to cause too much more of a scene- Haru had done a good job at that already. Speaking of Haru, she quickly twisted around to face the leading culprit. “As for yo-” The train made a turn into a tumble, jostling Minako so that she fell forward into his chest. Once the train stabilized she looked up to find herself staring directly at Haru-san. Dammit. Her cheeks began to feel hot at such close contact, but she refocused on being mad. Taking hold of his tie she pulled him down so they were eye level. “I can handle myself, Haru-san. You don’t need to try to protect me like Yuri-san.” She shot Baka-chan a look so that he knew that was directed at him as well. Turning back to Haru-san she jabbed him hard in the gut. “None of those guys were even looking at me.” Minako added before turning her back to him and retaking the hand strap he’d stolen from her in the first place.
Tetsuo looked from Haru and Minako to the few people trying to eavesdrop on the sight before looking at Yamato. He didn’t know whether to be impressed or dumbfounded. He cleared his throat before trying to get Minako’s attention. “Minako-san.”
The irritation that was clear on Minako’s face only faded slightly when Tesuo called for her. “Hai?” The look in her eye gave him a clear warning: do not mention anything that just happened lest his head be chewed off.
“How many more stops is it again?” That was not Tetsuo’s original question, but better safe than sorry. Although he certainly wouldn’t have minded being in Haru’s position a few minutes ago. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so lazy. Eh, at least he learned something from the show.
“Two.” Her voice was chipper but curt. Stupid boys and their stupid need to be stupid and macho like stupid idiots!
Haru noticing the tension build in Minako slightly leaned forward towards Tetsuo. Not so surprised to see Yamato slapped. poor, baka-chan. He watched her completely ignorant and dense tiered continue. When she turned to confront him, who had excellently been avoiding being involved at this point in the conflict, Haru felt relief at the rumble of the train. He gladly, caught Minako in his arms. He held her close as the passengers rearranged themselves. He smiled down at her cockily. A part of him loosing the urge to continue with his interference. He couldn’t change someone’s completely dense nature. He wasn’t actually a god. He just looked like one. Too bad for everyone on board the second Minako pulled him forward by his neck tie, Haru gained even more interest. He enjoyed the red blush across her cheeks. The natural simple kawaiiness rushing over him in waves. Perhaps, there was something attractive about this girl. She was not painstankily cute like her friend Chibi. He let her get away with the punch. His hand easily keeping a grip on the strap. Their position changing to him holding two straps as his front side pressed against her backside. It was interesting to see how she thought she could win this. Still, as much as he tried the irritation of her naivety kept coming back to him. How could someone truly be that dense? He deserved a thank you at least. When Tetsuo asked her how many stops left he lost it. It was no longer endearing and interesting. It was annoying. This girl was fighting the age old societal rules of Japanese trains. How could she not see this or her own stupid gender. That’s when his irritation started to creep over his extreme measures line. As the doors to the last stop opened he grabbed Minako’s arm and forcefully dragged her out of the train. He needed to teach her lesson. One she would never regret. Ignoring all the struggles and eyes he dragged her over to the bathroom and kicked it open. He might as well fully commit. The one girl fixing her makeup quickly exiting the room. He pulled her to the front of the mirror and let go of her arm. He pointed to the reflection. “From what everyone can see, except you apparently, is that you are a female.” His voice slowly rising as the irritation he had somehow been suppressing started to flow out. He pointed down at her skirt. “Not only are you attractive, but you are wearing a high school girl uniform. How oblivious can you be!” He turned his head for a moment. Catching her expression in the mirror. That’s it. All his attempts and managing his annoyance with her flew out the window. His right hand hit the mirror. Glass shards falling in one spot as his hands started to bleed a little. “You cannot put every issue in this world slowly on the friends around you. You are a female. You will always attract unwanted attention from men. No matter how much you argue with us. Those men were staring at your skirt. OF COURSE I SQUIRTED THEM IN THE FACE. OF COURSE YAMATO IMPLIED YOU SHOULD BE MORE CAREFUL.” He turned away to take a moment to collect himself. For the life of him, he could not understand what was driving him to punch a mirror so hard. He turned back to Minako and leaned forward over her, his hands on the sink behind her. “Cut the crap, Minako-san. If you are going to have friends. They are going to protect you.” He leaned forward and hovered his lips by her ears. “You were in the wrong.” He leaned back and gave one final look. “I’ll be outside. Take your time to collect yourself.” He turned and exited the bathroom. Finding a place to lean on the wall right by the door. She was not escaping that room until she learned her lesson.
Hana let her arms drop as she Keiji’s hand shoot out. Eh. He was already injured. Baka. Hana appreciating the smoothness in which he pulled him into a hold. He was certainly better then her at transitions at the very least. She also agreed with his reiteration of Obaasan’s statement. BUT she had to fight ok, Keiji-san! He was trying to look up her skirt. Hana was not that dense or shy. A chill running down her spine at the change of his look. Yabai. No woner he was friends with Haru. Both seemed to have a COMPLETELY DERANGED SIDE to them. Forcing her frustration down to enjoy the sitr of the gang of idiots stumble about the train. It resurrecting like a glorious pheonix when he apologized for her! and not himself! he had technically caused more damage then her. HEr’s was at least confined in a tinier area. All ability to respond lost when he’s arm drapped around her. She stood their for a few moments silent. Obaa-san chuckling to herself. “It seems he’s fallen asleep.” Hana took a deep breath and turned her head. Senpai had fallen asleep standing. What an idiot. She took the two newly available seats and, as smoothly as she could, get him to one of the seats. Hana pulling out her phone. The two of them were already forty minutes late to karaoke. Minako may never forgive her. Sighing Hana pulled out a tiny notebook from her back pack and begin to scribble away. The old woman watching her write ferociously. “What are you writing?” Hana blinked a few times and turned. She had forgotten where she was. The world of fantasy had called to her. “A short story.” The old woman leaned forward in her seat. “Can I know what it’s about?” Hana turned to look at the notebook anxiously before stashing it back in her bag. Why would she ever think she was safe. “It’s about Japan if peoples were pigs, rats or dogs.” The old woman shook her head as if she could understand. “You kids write the strangest things these days.” Hana, not being able to help herself, laughed. “We probably do.” The old woman pulled out a card from her pocket as she reached her stop. The bolded tittle on the card was Fukushima Industry. A well known mid level company in Japanese media. Hana smiled at her. Thankful to be waving her off. Sinking deaper into her chair her eyes closed. This had been such an exhausting day.
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