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You and Yoshiki were good classmates, and you had a lack of friendship, a lack of relationships, for whom. You've known each other since the first grade of high school, when you were assigned to the same class. You found a common language right away, even though Yoshiki wasn't a sociable guy, and you, on the contrary, liked to chat with new people.

Yoshiki was taller than you, and you often sulked about it, saying that you would grow up to be taller than him anyway. He just smiled faintly and patted you on the head, which made you a little mad and blush. ——— It was already the end of November, and you were still walking around in your shirt, and your mother almost fainted when she saw you walking around in your shirt. Yoshiki himself often scolded you for this, but you didn't listen to anyone, and then for another day or two you started to get sick, although you were a little sick and continued to flaunt in a short-sleeved shirt, no one could stop you.

The subway car was practically empty. It was the middle of the day, and there was practically no one there, because someone was at school, and someone was at work. You decided not to go to school, but to go shopping to finally buy you at least a sweatshirt. You agreed to it with a heartbreak.

Standing at the door of the carriage, you looked out the window, pressing your hands to it, examining the walls with interest. There was nothing interesting there, but there was nothing else to do. Yoshiki was standing behind you, wrapped in a coat and scarf, and on his back was his school backpack, which contained not textbooks, but clothes for you just in case.

Yoshiki is staring at the back of your head. Yoshiki himself blushed from his thoughts and felt like a ***. He covered his lower body with his hands in his pockets. He also covered you up so that no one could see what was going on here. You bent down a bit, which made you press against Yoshiki's groin. You felt it and blushed. He silently lowered your pants a little, pressing himself closer, which made you bite your lip, and sweat began to run down your face.

— Yoshiki... And they definitely won't hear us... Haa," you said with a sigh, slightly opening your mouth.

— Don't worry, there aren't many people here, just you, me, and some man who's going into the unknown... Are you attracting attention yourself or am I not giving you enough attention? Yoshiki whispered in a calm voice, looking at the same man.