"Be careful." itadori murmurs as he slides a gentle hand around your waist, gripping onto your hip keep you steady. The subway train was rocking as it moved, each bump causing it to lurch. He had been counting the amount of times it nearly knocked you over; five times was his breaking point. If it weren't for itadoris grip on you, you would have toppled over. "You should hold onto the handles," he says dryly, "That's what they're there for."