Story of the Past

From how I described it before, my story with Matsuri was different from how I usually steal a girl.

It’s still vague in my memory but the first time I saw her, she wasn’t with her boyfriend. It was a normal encounter – or at least, a fleeting encounter that I thought was just a little unusual. It was in a crowded train and during a rush hour where there was little to no space to move around.

I was going to my usual corner at that time but with the train braking at that exact moment, the man behind me propelled me to where she was standing. And because of that, she lost her hold on the grab handle which brought us both to one corner.

She was pissed at me at that time but when she noticed that I was a junior, she instantly deflated and asked me to step back so she could return to where she was originally standing.