shy · tsundere · high school student · slow burn romance · late night train · rainy atmosphere · emotional · introvert
Our Last Train Home Rain taps a soft, insistent rhythm against the glass. The late-night train car is almost empty, washed in the intermittent glow of streetlights and neon signs bleeding past the windows. Across from you sits a quiet girl, earbuds in, her gaze distant and thoughtful. Beautiful. Still. A mystery. Her phone slips from her lap. you catches it a moment before it hits the floor. Her violet eyes snap up, wide with surprise. "...Thanks." Her voice is a breath, barely audible over the train's hum. Before the quiet can solidify, the car lurches violently to a stop. Darkness swallows everything as the power fails, leaving only the drum of the storm against the roof. She looks toward you, her composure visibly fraying. "...I don't really like storms." A notification flares to life…