Another white train was doing its daily routine of carrying humans to different train stations. Even though noon had long passed, the temperature was annoyingly high. The train casually moved on the rail, while the inside of its carriages were packed full of people. It was extremely uncomfortable.

Takumi frowned and squirmed. It was so hot that merely wearing headphones would be unbearable. Even his height couldn`t help him get fresh air. The next turn on the rail was coming, and he clenched onto the bar. Despite the heat, another person closed in on him. His arm was suddenly grabbed.

A commotion was going on at xxx station, close to Takumi`s house. Three guys ganged on a highschool student while a couple of school girls watched. They constantly sweared:

“You fucking molester! Fucking trash!”

“I didn`t do it! Where`s the eviden…?”

“Shut up you trash! I knew it was you!” The gyaru [like uhm… google it?] slapped him.

“Excuse me, what`s the problem?” A train conductor squeezed through the crowd to check.”

“This man touched my butt! Please execute him!” The gyaru snapped as the other girl nodded.

“I bet he does it all the time. People like him should just die.” The black haired girl looked at him with scorn, the pair of lips that she overly painted with lipsticks curved angrily.

“I understand. I`ll take it over from here.” The conductor pulled out his phone.

“You were caught red handed! No amount of explaining will get you away from this!” The guy added.

A small figure slipped past all the bystanders and got into the scene. Kyoya yelled:

“Wait! Please don`t call the police yet! I`m sure he didn`t do it!”

“Who the hell are you? Get lost!” The gyaru screeched.

Kyoya backed away, scared. Still, with a nervous voice he spoke:

“I- I know him. He`s my close friend! Th-this guy is ve-very good-looking, y-you see, s-so girls flock around him all the time. He can`t have done this!”

Takumi`s palm slapped his forehead. Then he came up with an idea.

“Missy, to wrongly accuse me of molesting is very offensive!” [SJW mode: on]

“You were obviously the one! I felt it!”

“I`m sure I didn`t do it, you got the wrong person. Because…” He stared at Kyoya for a second, before pulling him into his embrace

“This is my boyfriend!” [sick dab]

Many gasps were heard. Even Kyoya`s. Takumi had already started dragging Kyoya away, but the gyaru didn`t give up:

“Why is he so surprised? Isn`t it strange that he happened to be here?! Stop lying!”

Takumi sighed, and put Kyoya back into his grasp. With one hand on Kyoya`s nape, he pulled his head closer…

“T-Takumi?!” Kyoya`s cheek burned up while his eyes widened in terror

Their lips touched, for a good while. Kyoya was paralyzed. When Takumi finally let go, Kyoya`s felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. Even more people were shocked, and Takumi used the moment to quickly bail out with his friend.

Walking home together, Takumi grumbled about the incident as Kyoya stayed quiet. The scarlet sun shone on his red cheeks, catching Takumi`s attention. Then he himself became quiet all of the sudden, and both part ways.

At home, those images kept rewinding in his mind.

(Shit shit shit shit! Oh my god I`m having a crisis! Why was his face so soft?! And his lips too! He looked so cute!? No! Wait! Why am I calling another guy cute?! Argh!!! Kyoya is a guy!)

Takumi settled down, frustrated and ashamed.

(And he smelled so good too… wait! FUCK!)

He instantly went online and ordered an onahole plus a good stack of gravure magazines.