The seat was not the most comfortable. Wooden and worn. He didn't complain though, optimistically hoping the ride wouldn't be too long.
It was quite long.
He still remained unsure of a lot of things. After approximately an hour, his stop had yet to be voiced over the intercom and he didn't know how much more time would pass before it was.
Something he was thankful for was that every stop was announced. The poor boy would have no clue when to get off otherwise.
Currently, the young male sat near the window, gazing outside. His name was Yuki. Yoshida Yuki.
He had a feminine like body, with soft skin and delicate features; a slender frame. The brown hair of his wig fell around his shoulders nicely, a barrette keeping some of the hair away from his innocent, round amber eyes.
Yuki would be described as cute by the majority of people.
He was usually told so wherever he went. Of course, opposite to what he had hoped for, this train was no exception.
"Hey baby."
The voice was low, deep and he had a good sense of what it wanted. It came from behind him. This was confirmed for him when two hands found their way to his shoulders. They slowly moved lower, to his chest, as the other man whispered loaded compliments in his ear.
Despite being a guy himself, it was still very uncomfortable. As always, he had no clue how to handle such situations.
"U-um... please m-move..." Yuki lifted his own hand to attempt pushing away one of the others' hands.
This unfortunately didn't work. He tried a few more times but the man's grip only got firmer. Yuki sighed and gave up. Luckily, there were people around so nothing more could happen.
He focused back on gazing out the window, doing his best to ignore the other man's presence. It was gradually becoming darker outside, the late evening time beginning to show.
The man apparently didn't like being ignored and after a few minutes of such behavior from Yuki, he removed his hands. However, not before he gave the younger boy a discreet pinch on the shoulder.
With a wince, Yuki let out a shaky breath of relief. He watched as the ride continued with trees and buildings swiftly passing by on the other side of the glass.
If only the boy knew that what awaited him could be so much more uncomfortable.