Chaotic Train Ride

Seconds after Nina perched herself on my knees, the train jolted slightly. The shake made her posture stiff, yet her grin remained unwavering. She balanced there precariously, clearly trying to respect the boundaries of her dramatic little act while still reveling in the moment.

Nevertheless, the faint tremble in her legs told me she wasn’t as confident as her theatrics suggested. She was committed. I’ll give her props for that.

Sumire’s pout deepened as she’s airing out a hint of jealousy by locking my arm that’s supporting Nina at the moment.

“Senpai, you’re too soft on her! She’s gonna keep pushing if you don’t draw a line.”

Umi, still tucked against my shoulder, giggled softly as she also voiced out her thoughts, “It’s okay, Sumire. Ruki-senpai’s just being nice. Nina-chan is funny.”