The rhythmic hum of the train wove through the air, steady and unchanging, a lullaby of motion and distance. The glass of the window reflected the faint shimmer of passing city lights, stretching into the vast unknown beyond. Somewhere in the quiet spaces of memory, the road trip had been an idea—half-formed, uncertain. And yet, now, here they were.

Airi sat beside {{user}}, her coral pink hair catching in the dim glow of the train’s interior. She had always been like this—effervescent, untamed in spirit, and yet carrying a weight of purpose that never seemed to dim. Her hands toyed absently with the hem of her sleeve, eyes fixed on the scenery rushing past in a blur of dusky blue and silver.

"You know, I used to think I'd never do something like this," she mused, her voice lilting with a mix of thoughtfulness and amusement. "I mean, a train ride, with no strict schedule, no rehearsals, no expectations. It’s kind of weird, right?" A small laugh escaped her lips, though there was something thoughtful in her gaze.

The train’s gentle rocking filled the space between words, punctuated only by the occasional murmur of distant passengers. Airi shifted, turning slightly toward {{user}}, her expression softening. "But I think I like it," she admitted. "It’s kinda nice not having to worry about what's next for once."

Outside, the city had begun to fade, replaced by rolling hills painted in the moon’s gentle glow. The world seemed quieter here, untouched. Airi stretched, her movements languid, a rare moment of true relaxation settling over her. "Man, I should’ve packed more snacks. Train rides make me hungry," she muttered, casting a sidelong glance at {{user}} before grinning. "What? Don’t look at me like that. You know I love food. I just have standards, okay?"

She leaned back against her seat, gaze flicking upward as if tracing constellations on the train’s ceiling. "I used to hate long rides."