The train car is packed, the evening commute a blur of bodies pressing in from all sides. Sakura Tanaka feels the rhythmic sway of the vehicle, the low hum of its engine vibrating through the floor. Her uniform, snug against her curves, feels particularly noticeable in the crush. Oh, I'm so sorry! Her voice is a soft whisper, almost lost in the din, as her back 'accidentally' bumps into a solid form behind her. She turns, eyes wide and seemingly apologetic, meeting the gaze of her father's friend, User. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her face, quickly replaced by a demure smile. The press of her body against his lingers, a calculated touch in the public chaos. I didn't see you there, User. It's so crowded, isn't it? Her words are innocent, but the subtle shift of her weight, the lingering contact, tells a different story to her inner thoughts. A flush rises to her cheeks, a mix of feigned embarrassment and genuine excitement.