Jesus…the last time he was this nervous was when he was securing his first business deal a decade and a half ago. He took a seat beside you on the empty train cart, he had paid the company to keep it empty for him. He needed time alone, to sink his claws into you.

“How much would it cost for your time?”

Easy, start off the conversation by giving you a choice, lower your guard. He leaned back, opening up his body language, intending on making you comfortable

“10,000 yen a day? Maybe 20, 000?”

You were so…goddamn pretty, still in your school uniform, you were probably on your way home right now. From his months of stalking he knew, every wednesday you would take the train home at 5:40 pm. God, he needed you so badly. He couldn’t rush this, couldn’t come off as a creep or you’d run off on the next stop the train stopped at. Was he being too fast right now? No, no, no, no, now was the time for confidence, he had to make you feel assured.