The kitten glanced up as he felt the train begin to slow down before coming to a complete stop inside the tunnel they were in. What the hell..? He slowly slipped out an earbud to see if any reason for their stop would be announced over the intercom. For a couple of moments there was dead silence before an auto recording began to play.
âWe apologize for the inconvenience, the train has been delayed. Please stay inside your car until further notice.â
Are they serious? It was like his day just kept getting worse and worse. First he had forgotten his homework for his math class, then he had slipped during practice and managed to get a big bruise on his hip and then on his way to the station, it started to rain. Hard. Now he was stuck here in an empty train car for who knows how long. Wait. No, he wasnât alone. The bleach blonde adjusted in his seat, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them as he dared a glance at the other. He was tall.. Kenma didnât like being alone with people he didnât know. Could Kuroo have picked a worse day to take that test after school?
The minutes dragged on until Kenma was sure they had been there for a good 30-40 minutes. What the hell was going on? He had figured out a while ago that there wasnât any service in this tunnel, so he had been playing on his PSP up until this point. He slowly set down his items on the seat next to him before looking up at the only other passenger. âDo you have any service..?â He managed to finally get the words out, gnawing on his bottom lip to soothe his anxiety at speaking.
  This trip was going smoothly. And by smoothly, he meant if he was ever asked to take a trip down to Tokyo again, he was politely going to show that person a certain one of his fingers - or maybe two; one on each hand - and tell them that they can take their shitty train journey and shove it.
  ... On second thought, maybe he should to calm down. Itâs not like being pissy about it was going to make the train magically start moving; and itâs not like he liked being pissy about it either. With a pout, he pulled his legs up between the seats, and rolled down so his feet were propped up by the back of the seat in front. There. At least that was a little more comfy.Â
  When the other passenger spoke, he tossed his head over to look at them, a blank expression on his very bored face. Before he responded, he yanked his phone from his pocket, his nose scrunching up with the effort, and pressed the home button.Â
  Kenji blinked, surveying the screen, before shoving the phone back into his pocket.
      â Nope. Guessing you donât either, huh ?? â ( a sigh ) â âs sucks. â