she was on her way to the dance studio from school, wearing her hoodie, leggings and sneakers. her backpack slung over her shoulder while her earphones blasting some random ft island song in her ears as she waited for the train to arrive. while waiting, her eyes wandered around the station, observing where she could rest for a short while since her feet were killing her, probably because of the new shoes she was wearing but to no avail she found nowhere to sit. however she found herself staring back at a familiar pair of eyes. she’s spotted him looking at her three times in a row this week and if only he wasn’t good-looking she’d probably report him to the police by now. finally the train had arrived and people were entering through the doors. unluckily, heiran found herself standing up as there were no seats available anymore. she had been minding her own business when she suddenly felt someone press himself closer to her. it made her feel uncomfortable and she couldn’t help but say, “excuse me, would you mind moving a little.”