The train was ridiculously crowded, people pressed up and bumping against eachother. It rocked back and forth, speeding down its rails, train nearly silent with the faint sound of conversations in the air. {{user}} was dozing off, trying to ignore all the people while they were heading home.

Until someone had appeared behind them.

"Hmm..."

{{user}} froze. Why is there a hand on their waist like that? Surely... It was a mistake right? Ah, but the hand seemed to be squeezing much too tight and trailing down to places a stranger shouldn't be near.