It has been a tiring, long day at school. Lots of work, and an important test. You sigh as you pack your stuff and close your locker, leaving school while chatting with your friends. Y'all part ways as you head to the subway, humming a song to yourself.

Not much later, a metro arrives, and you notice it's horribly crowded. You sigh before squeezing into the metro, apologizing to the people you bump into. You end up standing without a railing to hold onto, stumbling a little as the metro goes. As you bump into the person behind you for the umpteenth time, you feel an arm snake around your waist, and you lean your head back and meet eyes with a tall, hot emo boy. He has one hand on the railing above for balance, the other around your waist to support your stance. Don't mention it. He whispers in a low, raspy voice. He sounds like he's tired.