Just then, a clear "beep—" signaled that the train had arrived at the station.
[The doors on the left side will open.]
[This stop is Shibuya.]
"Yui, let's go."
Natsuhi waved her hand casually at Yui, then frowned slightly as she looked down at the man beneath her.
"Passed out? What a pain. Wake up, stop sleeping."
She patted the man's body, but there was still no movement. Just then, murmurs broke out nearby.
"He didn't die, did he...?"
"Are they filming a movie? That girl is so cool!"
"Ah, it's nothing, nothing. I'll wake him up right now."
Hearing this, Natsuhi quickly waved her hands to reassure the crowd, then raised her hand and—'smack'! She delivered a fierce slap across his face.
The man on the ground sat up immediately, his eyes incredibly clear, a bright red handprint marking his face—he looked like a computer that had just booted up.
"Who am I? Where am I? What happened?"
Seeing the crowd sneering at him, the man remained in a daze.
"You're awake? Let's go, don't just sit there."
As she spoke, Natsuhi bent down, grabbed the middle-aged man by the back of his collar with one hand, and dragged him out of the open train doors as if he were a dead dog.
Yui finally snapped out of her shock and hurried to catch up, still clutching the phone that had recorded the whole incident.
Her gaze shifted back and forth between Natsuhi and the man, her heart in a storm of disbelief. She hadn't expected what Natsuhi said to be true; despite looking like a goof, she was actually so reliable.
Thinking about how she had tried to act tough in front of her just moments ago, Yui couldn't help but lower her head.
"Oh, right."
Dragging the man to the doorway, Natsuhi seemed to remember something and turned back to look at Hayakawa Masako, who looked deeply moved despite the tear tracks still on her face.
"This kind of social scum is just like gum you accidentally step on. It's gross, but once you scrape it off, it's done."
Her tone was very casual, as if such a person wasn't worth caring about at all.
"If you run into this again,"
Natsuhi paused, her clear eyes looking at Yako, revealing an encouraging and warm smile.
"Don't hold it in. Make sure to call for help loudly. I believe there will always be someone like me who will stand up to help you."
"Well then, goodbye, beautiful lady!"
With that, she didn't wait for Yako's reaction, picked up the man again, and walked out before the train doors closed, leaving behind a group of passengers with varied reactions.
Natsuhi's words filled them with shame. That lady was about to be assaulted, yet no one had stood up to say anything.
Yet even so, she could still firmly believe in the goodness of this world...
The train doors slowly closed. Yako ran over and looked at Natsuhi's slightly slender back, her cheeks flushing slightly.
She had actually been protected by a girl much younger than herself. The way she had unhesitatingly shielded her left a deep impression on Yako, like a brand.
She would probably never forget what happened today for the rest of her life.
[I really don't know how to thank her. She left way too fast; I didn't even get to say thank you...]
Yako recalled Natsuhi's smiling face, and an inexplicable desire welled up in her heart.
She wanted to talk to her, wanted to know more of her secrets, wanted to reach out and touch her, hug her, wanted to care about everything regarding her...
[I hope we can meet again. Next time, I definitely won't let you get away, my hero...]
Natsuhi threw the man onto the cold platform. Hearing the sound of the train starting up behind her, the smile on her face gradually faded. Her eyes and mouth opened slightly, as if she had done something irreparable.
By the time she turned around again, the train was almost pulling out of the station.
[It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over! I actually forgot something so important!]
"Oh no!"
She had been so busy showing off that she forgot to get the big sister's contact information. Natsuhi now desperately wanted to dive back into the carriage (unfortunately, she couldn't).
"My... my D-cup big sister! Aaaah—!"
Natsuhi felt like she was about to cry. This emotion was less like sadness and more like the regret of missing out on a fortune.
She reached out, her hand freezing in mid-air, her gaze fixed intently on the direction the train had disappeared. She felt as though her soul was running away with the train.
Yui watched the instantly petrified Natsuhi, then looked at her intense gaze, vaguely understanding something, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Hey..."
Yui gently kicked Natsuhi's heel with her toe.
"She's already gone, stop posing. Also, didn't you... use a very rude quantifier just now?"
Natsuhi slowly withdrew her hand and turned around heavily, her face written with despair.
She still couldn't forget the soft sensation of the other person pressing against her back just moments ago.
It couldn't be wrong! That silhouette—it was at least a D-cup.
[I really want to sleep on that—!]
"Hey! Your expression is so gloomy. You aren't imagining anything terrible, are you?"
Yui looked curiously at Natsuhi, who had lowered her head. Her tone was less of concern and more of trying to find a way to make her stop.
Natsuhi grabbed Yui's shoulders, her eyes incredibly heavy:
"You don't understand... You have no idea what I've lost!"
She looked up at the pale lights on the station ceiling, as if mourning the lost sensation and silhouette.
"It wasn't just a D-cup... It was gentleness, it was virtue, it was the tolerance of a mature woman! It was the perfect harbor to heal my world-weary (huh?) soul! It was a walking tranquilizer! It was..."
"I was so busy being cool that I forgot to ask for her phone number! I forgot to ask her name! I don't even know what station she got off at! I... I'm such an idiot!"
Although being cool is a lifelong matter, this price was just too high.
Yui couldn't help but step back a few paces. Watching her look so heartbroken and dramatic, she felt nothing but disgust, terrified that others might think she knew her well.
As expected, the surrounding passengers were all attracted by Natsuhi's exaggerated wailing, casting curious glances, with whispers rising one after another.
"Oh my, look at that young girl. She's crying so sadly. Did she drop her wallet on the train?"
"At that level, it looks like she left her own flesh and blood on the train."
"Did she just shout something... D... D what?"
"Mommy, what's a D-cup? Is it a high-class cup? I want one too!"
(Oh my, kid, it truly is an existence that is hard to come by...)
Hearing this, the young mother awkwardly covered the child's mouth and walked away quickly.
"Shh... kids shouldn't ask about things they don't understand..."
"Based on behavioral pattern analysis, it is highly likely to be emotional trauma. Target characteristic keywords: Gentle, virtuous, D-cup. Conclusion: A tragic breakup scene for a fan of older women."
(Holy crap, where did this emotional detective come from? It's like Sherlock Holmes reincarnated; it couldn't be more accurate! Quickly, tell my fortune and see when I can get a lamborghini Countach LP400.)
(I know it's hard, but that's an order!)
Meanwhile, an uncle nearby, as if reminded of something, quickly shouted loudly:
"Don't be sad, young lady. Don't worry about the eyes of the world. Go for it, I support you!"
(How am I supposed to go for it? Turn into the Flash or something...)
At this moment, Yui, surrounded in the middle, wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground. She quickly whispered to Natsuhi, who was still beating her chest and stamping her feet:
"Idiot! Stop wailing! Everyone is watching! Don't drag me into your embarrassment!"
"Geez... She was so cool just a moment ago, why did she turn into this? What a weirdo."
Watching her pathetic display, Yui couldn't help but "hmpf" again, muttering softly:
"Are D-cups really that attractive... What a hopeless, glittering idiot..."