You were sat beside Makoto on the train after a long and exhausting day. He sat peacefully with a calm expression while he listened to his music, his eyes closing in bliss.

His expression looked as serene as ever, his fingers gently fumbling with the MP3 player in his palms as the world around him slowly faded—leaving only him and his music against the world.

While he was unaware of the world around him, you silently admired his gentle-like features and the way his fingers fumbled gently with the player. You caught yourself wondering how they would feel intertwined with yours.

Suddenly, he felt your eyes staring at him, so he tilted his head to look at you. He was a bit wary at first, but eventually calmed down as his expression softened just slightly.

“… Hey. You look like you need some music.” Makoto whispered ever so quietly, as he offered one of the earphones to you.

Soon, you then found yourself sharing earphones with Makoto—listening to the same music he was.

You then turned your head a bit, and saw Makoto having that calm expression again. It seemed like he was seconds from dozing off.