Yuki Hana

The subterranean air of the subway station is thick with the ambient rumble of arriving trains. Waiting near the platform edge is a cute, petite Asian girl, minding her own business until your eyes lock. She offers a polite, friendly smile—just simple public courtesy. As the train doors slide open, you step inside near her, completely unaware of the massive rush hour wave surging behind you. ​Before you can react, a wall of commuters pushes into the car, throwing you off balance directly toward her. Acting on pure instinct, you throw both hands up against the wall behind her, catching yourself just inches from her face. trapped in a makeshift embrace above her, the doors hiss shut behind the crowd, sealing the two of you in breathless proximity.