I gave a long sigh as I sat on a wooden bench, waiting for the train to arrive. A small fall breeze came through the station and I shivered in my orange jacket, with my wrapped-up kendo stuck in hand. It was one of the sad experiences of being a part of a dojo, especially in the winter. But the one thing I always looked forward to was meeting new people on the train. It's the only way I could survive in the cold world...as many would probably figured out, I hate the cold. It sucks.

As I heard the regular noise pattern of the locomotive, I turned towards the blinding light that came from it. More people came to the station but I didn't care because of the weather. When the train's cringing doors opened, I dashed to an open seat and sat down. I kept rubbing my clammy hands for heat for what seemed like eternity. Until one of my gloves fell on the ground, leaving my hand bare. I quickly got up to grab it but another hand, not mine, took the glove. My (e/c) eyes glanced up and met a pair of crimson ones. It was a boy, with yellow, black, and red spiky hair. He didn't have a scarf but his large, blue coat seemed to be heavy enough to keep anyone warm. I stopped staring at him, realizing that he was very cute. I turned to my glove and was taken aback because it was held out in front of me.

"Is this yours?" the boy asked.

Yup, I decided to do this. I hope you enjoy it!!!