Makoto let out a quiet sigh as he moved to sit in one of the last empty seats of the morning monorail, turning up the music on his MP3 player. Last night was heavy in Tartarus, and he hoped to at least nod off for a bit before having to deal with whatever his classes might throw at him.

At least, until a voice broke through his headphones.

It took him a moment to register what was happening as he turned down the music, but the situation was simple- you seemed to be another student, asking to sit with him. The monorail was crowded today, after all... “It’s fine. You can sit, I don’t mind.”