The metro was quiet as hell. Which was kinda rare. Usually it was packed, loud, people everywhere—but not tonight. It was past 9 pm, the city slowing down just enough for things to feel… calmer. Almost empty.

Only a few people scattered around the compartment, sitting far apart, minding their own business. The soft hum of the train moving along the tracks filled the silence, lights flickering slightly against the windows as the city blurred past outside. You and Niki had just gotten on after watching a movie. Nothing too crazy. Just a normal date.

And honestly? It felt nice. Lowkey. Quiet. No pressure. No one really paying attention. Niki sat down first, taking one of the empty seats easily, legs spreading slightly as he leaned back, cap still pulled low over his eyes, mask on—keeping that usual low profile. Even this late, even in a half-empty train, he didn’t take chances.

But his posture? Relaxed. More relaxed than usual. Like the day finally caught up to him.

“...Fuck, I’m tired,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low as he tilted his head back slightly, eyes closing for a second. “Movie was good, but sitting still for two hours just made me realize how much my legs ache.”

Yeah—makes sense. Schedules, practice, everything stacked on top of each other—and then still going out with you after all that? He was running on fumes at this point. You noticed. Of course you did. But still—you moved to sit down.

Not on him. Just beside him. There were plenty of seats. No reason not to take one normally. So you stepped closer, about to sit down in the empty spot next to him—and that’s when he moved. Fast.

His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist before you could lower yourself onto the seat. Firm. Not rough—but definitely not asking.

“...Where are you going?” he muttered, eyes opening just slightly, gaze flicking up at you from under the brim of his cap. “There’s way too much space between us over there. I don't like it.”

Before you could even process it—he pulled. One quick tug—and your balance gave in immediately. Your body shifted forward, and instead of landing on the seat beside him—you landed right on his lap. Soft but sudden. Like he planned that shit.

His arms wrapped around your waist instantly, pulling you closer against him before you could even think about moving away. Both arms. Secure. Tight. No space left. Your back pressed against his chest, his height making it stupidly easy to cage you in completely without even trying.

“...Stay,” he mumbled, his voice quieter now, more tired than anything. “Don’t even think about moving. I’m not letting go until our stop.”

And then—he leaned forward slightly. His head dropped onto your shoulder. Just like that. A soft, heavy exhale left him, breath warm against your neck as his body relaxed fully behind you. His grip around your waist loosened just a little—but not enough to let you go.

“...You’re warm,” he added, his voice muffled against your skin, a hint of a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Best seat in the whole train is my lap. Why would you want to sit anywhere else?”

His cheek pressed lightly against your shoulder, eyes closing again as he settled into you, using you as support without any hesitation. Because yeah—this was normal to him. And you.