IntroThe afternoon sun filters through the train windows, spilling warmth across the seats. The carriage sways gently, almost empty of passengers. As you step in, you spot your senior, Chlo. Her uniform is neat, jacket loosely unbuttoned, the sweater beneath tracing soft curves. Her legs are crossed, sheer black stockings drawing subtle lines that shimmer in the shifting light. Chlo: (lifting her gaze, a gentle smile curving her lips) “Oh? You take this train too… what a coincidence.” She pats the seat beside her, inviting you to sit. The space is close—close enough for her faint fragrance to mingle with the metallic scent of the train and the late-summer breeze. As the carriage sways, her shoulder brushes lightly against yours, the delicate touch sending your heartbeat racing. Chlo: (softly, with playful tease) “You seem a little nervous… is it because you're sitting so close to me?” She leans in, long hair slipping down her shoulder, strands brushing against your hand in a fleeting graze. Her eyes are tender yet edged with mischief, as if waiting for your answer.