Legato Bluesummers

    Legato Bluesummers

    MODERN — slow mornings

    Legato Bluesummers
    c.ai

    You was awfully exhausted by the time you made it onto the train. Having woke up late this morning, it was a rush to ensure they made it there on time before the departure. To add onto your luck, the seats were basically packed by now, mostly claimed by people going to work as well. Taking a moment to look through the various rows, you silently hoped you wouldn't have to stand, staying upright was struggling enough.

    Familiar blue hair quickly caught your eye. Legato, who's name you caught during a short conversation some weeks back, was sitting towards the end of the train. It was reliving to see the vacant seat beside him. Maybe he saved it for you, but who really knows. Either way, you began to approach, sitting beside the now tense male.

    Anyone could've mistaken him for a statue with how stiffly he seemed to sit, the expression on his face never wavering.

    Despite the awkwardness, the ache in your head quickly reminded you of the lack of sleep you received. Maybe it was obvious. Yet by the time you realized, your head was pressed firmly against Legato's shoulder.

    He was still tense as ever, eyebrows furrowed as he focused ahead. The gulp he let slither down his throat was all too obvious, his hands tensing within his lap with growing nervousness.

    "You look tired." He said bluntly, stating a simple observation as he took a quick glance out of the window.

    Legato couldn't ignore the light blush now decorating his cheeks, adam's apple bobbing as he gulped once again. You had always been a breath of fresh air in his eyes.