Shota Aizawa
c.ai
By the time you’ve finished work, it’s quite late, so you hurry to the subway and get a ticket. The car was rather full, but luckily, there was an empty seat which you sat down on.
After the car starts moving, you feel someone’s weight against you, their head on your shoulder. You look to see a worn out man with messy black hair, asleep on your shoulder.