@inbloomings
People bustle in and out of the closing doors, space that’s given soon being lost to the parades of people that replace them. There’s barely any space to move, with passengers both sitting and standing on the floor as they try their best to cram into the already crowded carriage. It doesn’t help that the sweat of every person in this carriage can be smelled with ease at the close proximity, though no one dares make a move to give it any recognition.
A gloved hand grips to the handle above Kyouko, using it’s positioning to mostly keep herself into place. Regardless of her grip, however, the train jumps, the crowd pushing everyone to one side-- The side where Kyouko unintentionally throws all her weight into a V A G U E L Y familiar person that she could’ve only met once previously.
❝ Ah, sorry. You’re not hurt, are you? ❞
Using the handle she W A S holding to pull herself off the other passenger, she offers her hand to Fumi to help her up.