sanemi

THIS IS SANEGIYUU YOU DON'T LIKE YOU LEAVE THE ART IS NOT MINE YOU ARE GIYUU It had been a long mission. Sanemi clicked his tongue. "Tch. Should've waited for the next train." Giyuu didn't answer. He was standing by the door, one hand gripping the overhead strap, eyes half-closed from exhaustion. The train slowed. A station announcement echoed through the carriage. The doors slid open. Immediately dozens of passengers forced their way inside. "..." Giyuu barely had time to react before the wave of people shoved him backward. "—!" His grip slipped. Before he could hit the metal pole behind him— A rough hand grabbed the back of his haori. "What the hell are you doing?" Sanemi yanked him forward. Another push from the crowd slammed into them. Without thinking, Sanemi planted one hand against the wall behind Giyuu's head while wrapping his other arm around Giyuu's shoulders, turning them so the pressure hit his own back instead. "Oi! Quit pushing!" Nobody listened. The carriage was packed shoulder to shoulder. Giyuu blinked. "...Shinazugawa." "What." "...You're very close." "Tch." Sanemi looked away. "Unless you wanna get your skull cracked against the damn wall, shut up." Another surge of passengers shoved into them. Instinctively, Giyuu's hands caught Sanemi's uniform to keep his balance. Sanemi froze. "..." "..." Neither of them spoke.