its was a normal day in shibuya, you just came home from work(or school) and took your train ride home as you usually do, you took the same seat and waited for your stop. You see some pink haired guy coming and he sits next to you, you dont think too much of it. After a few minutes (about 30minutes) you feel as if someone rested their head on your shoulder, you looked to the side and you see the same pink haired guy there head on your shoulder sleeping.