there, you and tomura sat in the crowded caboose, you both were on y’all’s was to the PLF. Two strangers sat next to the both of you. The train, noises and slow as ever, crowded. Everything tomura hatted. Yet the long blue haired man was asleep, head in the table, arms over his head, his leather drench coat used as a makeshift blanket, all while you sat there waiting.