the last train at 25 o'clock ☆ &team k
note : thank u sm anon! that means so much genuinely...... this req really sparked my creativity tonight i had to do it so quick!!! i hope u enjoy <333 this is not proofread btw..
the last train leaves the platform leaving two people behind
the echo of the bell sinks into the night
if we hold hands and look up at the starry sky, you and i will fly alone through the night
rapid puffs of air from your labored breathing can be seen in the cold of the night, the fast steps faltering as you become exhausted from sprinting to your local train station. you severely underestimated the time it’d take you to get from your apartment to the station, leaving your hair in a nest and your scarf nearly falling off of your shoulders. the sound of your luggage rolling against the pavement becomes quiet as you come to a halt in front of the empty train tracks. your eyes dart quickly from your phone to the sign above that says 'train has departed'. you can barely catch your breath, not letting yourself get a break as you mentally beat yourself up for your poor time management, cursing under your breath.
"i knew i should have left earlier..."
the sounds of your own battle with yourself completely made you deaf to the other pair of footsteps running towards the same tracks. you look up through your eyelashes, not expecting to see such a tall man right next to you.
his cheeks were flush, breath not as heavy as yours was, hair falling nicely against his forehead with some strands blowing oh so softly. he goes through the same routine: checking his phone, looking up at the sign and then mentally cursing at himself.
it was only a few seconds later he glances over, finally noticing you as you both bare your own luggage, sharing the same fuck up that could of been avoided.
a smile grows on the man's face, finally realizing how ridiculous this whole situation is. his cheeks lift up and his plump lips even out to frame his white teeth.
his head tilts, furrowing his brows as he opens his mouth.
"looks like we're stuck here.. until the next train at least"
"i think this was the last train.."
you respond, head hanging low as you shuffle your feet together. you're not sure why you're doing this.
the feeling of shame from missing your train?
being nervous about talking to this random handsome man?
your head picks up at the sound of a large sigh. the man looks like he's about to lose it... his laughs becoming more frequent. hysterical, almost.
"hah, i live two hours away... no way i can commute back, and this late?"
he finds himself walking towards a bench as if he's given up on everything he's ever worked towards. your legs follow suit as you place yourself down right next to him, leaving a little room to breathe.
when you looked up at the sky the stars shined the brightest that night, planes blinking out of your line of sight. you've never seen this kind of view from your apartment window, stars always being clouded by the city lights that polluted it. maybe tonight was supposed to happen.
"i can stay here with you if you would like... i wouldn't want to keep you waiting out in the cold by yourself"
your tone was soft and quiet, your fingers fidgeting at your knit sweater. god knows that out of the both of you, you were definitely the coldest sitting out here. how you would kill to just take the next fifteen minutes walking home to the warmth of your room than sit out here for however long. of course, something, or rather someone, begged you to stay.
"that'd be nice. spending it with someone is far better than alone"
your conversation was exchanged through several short sentences and soft sighs. at this point your ears were threatening to freeze off of your head. you kept your smile wide and you suddenly cared about how your hair fell against your face as you were talking to him.
yudai decided to call his friend to come pick him up from the station while you two were exchanging conversations. all you could think about was how you had two hours left together, which did not feel like nearly enough.
you kept your hands in your pockets, filled with hand warmers that you brought yourself plus the ones yudai gave to you on hand. you already know it's going to take you an arm and a leg to get you to throw these things away once you get home.
a crush seemed like a better term. you didn't want to label your feelings so quickly, anyone would feel butterflies for yudai. but this moment seemed too niche and intimate for you to not feel a single thing for him.
"how long until your friend gets here?"
"want to get rid of me that badly?"
you scoff, bumping at his shoulder playfully.
"about forty-five minutes"
it was interesting seeing how easy you could get along with yudai in such a short amount of time. the night seemed endless to the both of you. watching airplanes fly away and listening to the sounds of the occasional car driving past felt like something out of a movie.
you didn't want it to end, and neither did he.
twenty minutes fly by, your head now comfortably resting on his shoulder as he rants about his own life back in his hometown. your silent nods and hums are appreciated by him, he knows you're exhausted at this point.
god also knows you would have invited him back to your apartment in a heartbeat if you could, spending these cold nights under the warmth of your heated blankets.
"thank you for spending your time here with me.i really appreciate it, y/n"
quiet hums turned into soft breathing on your end, eyes fluttered shut with your lips slightly parted.
his cold, white hands maneuver your loose hair around your ear. yudai was freezing, even with you right next to him. all of his hand warmers made their way over to your pockets, his own feeling barren and empty. softly, his head leans on top of yours, careful not to disturb your rest.
he looks back up at the sky, the moon shining the brightest he's ever seen, light stretching over the pitch black like a panorama. it feels like he's reenacted this scene a thousand times over in his head. oh, how he wishes he could have more than two hours with you.
his heart is beating the hardest at this point, afraid it might wake you up.
“ten more minutes.." he mumbles after checking on the text notification from his friend.
his head still leans comfortably against you as he begins to rest his own eyes. the hand warmers have turned cold at this point with the only thing keeping yudai from freezing was the scarf shared around both of your necks. his body scrunches in towards you, wanting to spend these last ten minutes in a shared silence. yudai is only slightly worried about his friend seeing him cuddled up with a random woman, worried that his friend might think he's the creep.
minutes began to feel like seconds when his friend texts him again, "five minutes".
but he doesn't bother to open his eyes, hoping to bask a bit more in this moment. his chest puffs up, slowly breathing out before letting out a whisper.
"let's meet each other here again, y/n."
