![]() ![]() He wouldn’t have even bothered with putting his clothes in the laundry hamper, but he was curious about the bite on his lip, so he made his way to the bathroom. Shinji decided he wasn’t even going to bother with pajamas. He took out some medicine from a drawer and downed it with the water, hoping it would work quick. Opening the cupboard, he pulled out a glass and filled it from the tap, slowly sipping the crisp water, the coolness feeling good against his lips. He locked the door behind him, tossed his jacket off onto the floor, and undid his tie as he made his way to the kitchen. It took a minute of fishing the keys out of his pocket, dropping them, picking them up, and then fumbling with the lock before Shinji was able to open his front door, but he finally managed it. He couldn’t wait to get home, take some medicine, and crawl into bed. He’d chalked it up to nerves at first, but he’d been sweating heavily during the whole trip and a slight ache had started to spread deep in his bones from the fever he was certainly running. He got off the bus well after the sun had set, and slowly made his way back home, the cool night air feeling good against the damp sweat on his forehead. ![]() Suddenly feeling very embarrassed at the idea of the driver watching the kiss that had transpired, he made his way to the back of the bus and buried his face in his phone for the rest of the ride. “You getting on or not?” the bus driver yelled from the window as Shinji scrambled onto the bus, wondering how long it had been there. He wiped the blood off on the bench and licked his lip clean, still feeling the heat in his cheeks, when he jumped with a start from the honk of a bus. “What was that ab-” he went to ask, but when he looked back up, the woman was gone just as quickly as she’d appeared. “Ow!” he yelped, raising a hand to his lip and looking down to see a small bead of blood. He felt her start to pull away, his body instinctively moving forward, not wanting the kiss to end, until he felt a slight pain right before their lips separated. Shinji could hardly breathe as she moved her face close to his, long strands of silver hair slipping out past her hood, and then felt her warm lips wrap around his, a flush spreading through his face. They reached their hands out, long, thin, fingers settling on his cheeks as she pulled him in close to her hood. “Hi there! Not very often I see someone else at this stop, haha…” he offered, hoping he didn’t sound too nervous.Ī heavy, awkward second passed without either of them saying anything, until the person in the tracksuit turned towards Shinji, their face somehow clouded by shadows. Not wanting to seem rude, he put his phone away and turned to greet them. He figured from their frame that they were a woman, but he had no way of being sure. They were wearing a very simple black tracksuit and their head was completely covered by a hood. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tell much about the person. His curiosity getting the better of him, he carefully peaked out of the corners of his eyes to see who had sat down beside him. It was as if they’d just appeared out of thin air. He also hadn’t heard any footsteps to suggest someone was coming. Shinji was taken aback, since in the whole month he’d been making his commute, there was never anyone else that took the bus with him. He was messing around on his phone to kill time when he suddenly felt someone sit down on the bench next to him. This last leg of his journey was always the worst: a lonely bus ride to his quiet country town as the sun finally set, leaving him to walk in the dark back to his home. If the pay hadn’t been good, he would have quit long ago and found something that didn’t involve hours on trains and buses. He was exhausted, and was still coming to grips with his new job in the city, most notably the painful commute. Shinji sat alone on a bench, waiting for the bus that would finally take him home. The sun had just nearly set, painting the sky a burnt orange. ![]()
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