It was a normal day, like any other. Quiet, peaceful… lonely. Like always, the seat beside Aone was empty. He’s gotten used to it by now as he stares out the window in silence. But then something snaps him out of his thoughts, the feeling of someone sitting beside him, the slight brush of their arms. Aone turns his head to look at them, to look at the person who had sat beside him, the person who had changed his day by just sitting beside him on the train.