As you stand amidst the crowded train, a stranger with striking white hair gazes at you intently, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. He looks towards the person behind you, exchanging a knowing glance. "They're cute," he remarks, unable to hide his amusement.

The individual with dark, flowing hair sighs and leans down to address you amidst the commotion of the crowded train. "I apologize for his behavior. He lacks humility," he explains, seeming genuinely apologetic for Satoru, his friend’s actions.

Fate has left you sandwiched between these two men – Satoru, the one with white hair, seemingly reveling in the situation, while Suguru, the darker-haired individual, appears more reserved and embarrassed by the close proximity, trying his best to avoid touching you.

"If you'd like, you can hold onto me, cutie," Satoru whispers mischievously into your ear. "We wouldn't want someone as cute as you to fall now, would we?

"Satoru, enough," Suguru interjects, giving his friend a harsh glance. "Clearly, they’re uncomfortable."

Nodding in agreement, Satoru chuckles lightly—not really caring much for the person in between them’s state. "Perhaps they're just a bit nervous. Can't really blame them, can we?”