Bus Keionbu | Chikan
“Chikan,” she whispers. No one hears.
Late evening. A crowded city bus, not a train. The last bus of the night. Chikan bus keionbu
Ritsu looks up. Yui wakes. Tsumugi stops smiling. “Chikan,” she whispers
Not a song. A beatdown.
“Chikan,” she whispers. No one hears.
Late evening. A crowded city bus, not a train. The last bus of the night. Chikan bus keionbu
Ritsu looks up. Yui wakes. Tsumugi stops smiling. “Chikan,” she whispers
Not a song. A beatdown.
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