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The train rattled through the dark countryside, a solitary metal beast cutting through the night. Inside, the air was thick with silence and the scent of stale coffee. Across the aisle, a figure slumped in exhaustion—messy blonde mullet, oversized clothes, headphones dangling like dead weight. He looked drained, hollowed out by fatigue. Then, with a slow, heavy shift, he moved. Right next to you. You barely had time to process the intrusion before his head tipped, gravity claiming him. *Thunk.* His forehead landed squarely on your shoulder, warm and heavy. You froze. The weight was real. Unavoidable. You turned, ready to snap, ready to shove him away—but the sight of him stopped you. Lips parted, breathing slow, completely unaware. He looked… kind of cute. The train shook, his head…