His head hit her shoulder firmly; Had she not been paying attention to the quietness of her surroundings, she would've called out or griped at him for his transgression. Physical contact was still weird for her, even though they had been dabbling in it for quite some time now. But, she quickly adjusted to the added weight upon her left shoulder, pressing against his right arm just enough to give him the support he needed to settle comfortably. It was apparent that he wasn't aware of his actions, considering the soft, even breaths he expelled on her neck.
If he was conscious, she'd be blushing shades of pink and red, waiting for him to push her last nerve into overdrive. This, however, was a tender thing. And he wasn't watching her or emitting those aggravating pheromones that made her a fool, either.
Usui is always there for me. If I can... I will do whatever he needs me to.
The train moved at a steady pace, the whirring noise of the wheels on the tracks muffled by the insulation of the windows. Misaki's hand brushed against his, and without thought, she linked his fingers with his and squeezed reassuringly when his eyes blinked open halfway. The half smile, dazed and sleepy, lasted only a second or two on his features before he drifted off again.
Meanwhile, a few rows up:
Sakura looked to Kuuga, her expression sad, eyes two sizes too big, and pout set firmly on her face.
"Just one more peek, and I promise I'll leave them alone." She sighed. "I'm certain that something is going on," She continued in a stage whisper, her pink hair bobbing up and down with her serious nodding.
"I'll peek, and if there's anything good going on back there," he paused for emphasis, turning in his seat as he did so, "which I'm sure there isn't-" he peered over the edge of the seat he shared with Sakura, his entire train of thought becoming derailed, ironically.
Something had in fact unfolded before them, if judging by the sweet smile gracing the normally terrifying teenager's face was any indication. Usui's eyes blinked once and then he settled almost like a cat, the edges of his hair barely visible above the rows of seats in front of them. Kuuga felt Sakura's arm on his shoulder for leverage before he heard her.
"See, Kuuga-kun, I told you!" She did her best not to screech, and upon feeling the imminent turning of the Student Council President's head in their direction, immediately sunk back down in their seats.
The blonde sensation seemed surprised, his head nearly bobbling off his body. "Yeah, you did. Well done. Just don't draw attention to us right now. She likes you, but she'll murder me."
"No, Misaki-chan wouldn't do that."
"Actually, I think she would."
"Would not, Kuuga-kun." Sakura said, raising a finger matter of factly. "All we'd have to do is tell her we know her secret, and she'd blush every color of pink and red you could imagine, stammer a few broken words, and run away." When the blonde made a motion to speak, she pressed the raised finger to his lips. "I promise, Kuuga-kun, if she comes after you, I'll protect you. I'll say we have photographic evidence."
"You're somethin', Sakura-chan." He huffed. "And they say I'm the sly one."