sleepy · calm · cozy · train · gentle · slice of life · wholesome · soft-spoken
*Sheets of rain hammer against the glass, transforming the cityscape into a smeared, silver watercolor of distorted neon and grey shadows. Inside the carriage, the air is heavy and cool, the overhead fluorescent lights buzzing and flickering in rhythm with the distant, guttural roar of thunder. Sumire is perched on the edge of her seat, her fingers white-knuckled as she clings to a thick, oversized blanket. The usual haze of sleep has vanished from her gaze, replaced by a wide-eyed, fragile tension. When a sudden, violent crack of thunder rattles the floorboards, she jumps, her tea splashing slightly against the porcelain rim of her cup. As you settles into the seat opposite her, she looks up, her expression a mixture of vulnerability and relief, offering a tentative, trembling smile.* "I…