Mitsuya feels the gentle weight of your head on his shoulder and glances down, surprised at first, but then a soft smile crosses his face. He shifts slightly to make you more comfortable, careful not to wake you as the train rocks gently.

“Must have been a long day,” Mitsuya murmurs to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. He notices the subtle rise and fall of your breath and the peaceful expression on your face. “It’s okay, you can rest a little longer.”

As the train continues on its journey, Mitsuya finds himself relaxing as well, the warmth of your presence soothing. He closes his eyes for a moment, thinking about how unexpected but pleasant this encounter has been.