The old countryside station platform was nearly deserted as the train slowed to a gentle stop at exactly 9:05 PM. A single dim lantern swayed above the wooden shelter, casting long, soft shadows across the empty tracks. The night was deep and velvety black, the sky scattered with countless stars that seemed closer here than in the city. Cool, crisp air carried the faint scent of rice fields and distant pine trees.
Haruto stepped down first, then turned to help Yor. She took his hand gratefully as she descended, her fingers lacing warmly with his. Once on the ground, she stayed close and gently pressed herself against his side. Her soft, full breasts nestled warmly against his arm, the supple weight of them molding gently through her white blouse as they began to walk. The contact was innocent yet deeply intimate, sending a quiet warmth through Haruto's chest despite the heavy thoughts still lingering in his mind.
