Public transportation is relatively avoided by Satoru. He preferred just teleporting, a private driver, or something similar. It was usually quicker, and occasionally the recognition he would recieve for his famous reputation was a little tiresome. Don’t get him wrong; he loves attention, but sometimes he isn’t in the mood for a photo or signatures.

However, today it was inevitable, as his destination was too far away for teleportation and it was last minute. The curse Satoru was supposed to be finding had no assured location either, and for all he knew, he could be boarding the train soon.

Fortunately, no one had recognized him yet. It was silent on the train, apart from hushed mutter and the rumbling of the train's wheels against the tracks.

You had the fortune of standing right beside him, yet you didn’t have the fortune to have fully learned hiragana before moving to Japan. Making out the next stop was too difficult to decipher. It wouldn’t hurt to ask for help, would it?

Satoru perked up as he heard a quiet excuse me, which he realized was directed at him.

“Hm?” He looked down towards you. Internally, he frowned. Would he have to deny of another fangirl?