You were sitting inside the train on the way home, studying for a maths test that is due tomorrow. You let out a yawn, staring at the thick textbook on your lap tiredly. All these equations and formulas doesn't seem to want to sink into the depths of your brain. Maths was your weakest subject. . . You yawned again. You were extremely tired from the lack of sleep from last night, so maybe a little nap won't hurt. . . You're not going to get off until the last platform anyway. . .
The only problem was, whenever you thought about taking a nap, you sometimes fall right asleep. Closing your eyes, you swayed to the side and ended up leaning against someone, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder.
Asahi jolted in surprise when he felt someone's head drop on his shoulder and the extra weight on his side. Turning his head to the side, he found a cute high school girl leaning on him. A dark shadow covered his forehead.
T-the g-girl next to me. . . S-she's leaning onto me! he thought, before the sweet scent of peaches invaded his nostrils, But she smells so good. . .
You smiled in your sleep, having a good dream about your prince charming, who wore a stunning smile which complimented his kind expression. He held your hands in a delicate manner, pulling you to his chest.
Meanwhile, with Asahi, his arm was becoming numb and he can't seem to move it at all.
My arm. . . I can't feel anything! he thought, crying internally, My back too. . . I want to move, but I don't want to wake this girl up!
Your dream. . . It was truly a splendid gift for trying so hard to study for a subject you're a fail at.
Arrrghhh! Try harder, my arm! Asahi yelled in his head, Well now that I think about it, I should be waking her up but. . . !
Ah~ The prince of your dreams is so handsome!
She's so cute!
Even you though you knew it was a dream, it'd be such a waste to wake up.
It'd be such a waste to wake her up. . .
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When you fall asleep inside the train, even though it's such a good dream. . . Sometimes you end up leaning on some old guy; and that was what you discovered when you woke up from your nap. Opening your eyes, you lifted your head, shocked. Sitting upright once more, you awkwardly and quickly scooted away from him, looking down at your maths textbook with a frown of disgust. Ew! You just slept on some old thug-looking guy, and that just ruins everything! Huffing in disappointment, you whisked out your phone from your bag and immediately started texting your friend.
To Arisa: Fell asleep in the train.
There's some old guy next to me and it's so depressing.
Asahi happened to have a very good eyesight and caught a glimpse of your text message flashing on your phone's screen before you sent it. Blue depressed lines appeared on his head.
She's calling me an old guy in her mail. . . he thought despondently, That's messed up!
You then sighed, putting your phone back inside your bag. Even if the world is filled with a bunch of old guys, you are who you are, right?
Right?! More like wrooooonnngggg!
When you shot the old guy beside you a brief look, it seems like he has been taking sneaky glances towards you. You were creeped out by his behaviour, and wanted to get off the train sooner so you could go home and continue your wonderful dream.
Old guy? Old guy?! I'm a third-year, just like you! Asahi thought, letting out a low puff of air, Well, I may look a bit old but-- I'm still a third-year!
The intercom announced the next station, which was Ikebukuro. You released a sigh of relief. Let's go; you're almost there!
But, if I get angry here she's going to find out I've been looking at her text!
The train has finally arrived at Ikebukuro. Quickly standing up, you proceeded to disembark the train, skipping out onto the platform. Hm. . . Perhaps meeting up with your boyfriend and having him comfort you doesn't sound like a bad idea either! Screw your plans of sleeping to continue your dream.
As you left, Asahi's gaze trailed to your exposed legs, eyeing your milky thighs.
She's also got nice legs. . .
