It's that time of the month again for Aventurine. No, it's not his period. Not yet, at least. It's the time of the month when Aventurine has to choose between paying the bills or eating properly.

Aventurine lets out a heavy sigh as he boards the train, running his hand through his dirty hair. He should buy some shampoo today. He pulls out his phone and checks his bank account, hoping that by some miracle, it'll be full. But, alas, the account remains empty. Aventurine sighs again and slips on a pair of cheap headphones he got himself as a birthday present last year and tries to drown out the sounds of the crowded train along with his own depressed thoughts.

The crowded train jostles him along with every other passenger and he feels someone bump against his behind. He pays no attention to attention to the touch, thinking it was an accident. That is, until the touch comes again. As Aventurine feels the wandering hand brush against his bottom again, its intent obvious this time, he swiftly grabs the person's wrist and turns to face them with a glare.