Chapter 3: Chapter 1.2

I stood at the train station, awaiting the number 4 train that would take me to school—a foreign place that would either be a Garden of Eden or a thorn in my side. The area was heavily crowded due to waves of people either going to work or school. I would continuously echo the same sentiments and say I dislike large groups of people.

It is made a hundred times worse when you add in the morning rush, and now I find myself in a reserved person’s nightmare, a 10th circle of hell, as one may call it.

However, I think Morning Star and I would be decent acquaintances. Just saying that may cause my religious grandmother to get a heart attack while battling a stroke.

A huge sigh escaped my mouth as I continued to stand in place. Some students from my new school were already gathered a few feet from me.

A total disturbance is in the air as I step foot into the packed mode of transport. Ironically, sardines in a tin may have more breathing room than me right now.

Due to not being able to secure a seat, standing is my only option, so I'm boxed in on all sides, which is not a very favorable position to be in.

Finally, the automatic doors of the train closed, and we were off towards the next stop. I barely noticed it, but these are some of the new trains being rolled out in terms of safety in both criminal and civilian matters. They are so similar to the older models that one can genuinely not notice the difference unless they are heavily paying attention or have been notified via tech news.

Patiently tapped the left side of my black leather slip-on dress shoes as I held onto one of the straps. The feeling of discomfort would be an understatement due to the fact that I'm used to sneakers, jeans, and hoodies so I actually had to go out and purchase these shoes.

Occasionally, my eyes would stray to the left of me to where a mature woman was sitting. Seeing that originally, I intended on securing that seat, but I was bested due to someone else cutting me off, a superficial loss on my part.

Suspiring, I unloosened my school tie, which was fastened too tightly around my neck due to my mother tying it for me and I will admit that I may have needed help in that department.

Now slightly shaking from side to side due to the train’s immense speed on the metal tracks, all the while constant chatter from the other passengers rang in both my ears.

From topics along the lines of who has a crush on whom, all the way to details about project deadlines that are barely being met. All those things are meaningless issues and situations to me.

Silence is ushered in as a random voice cuts through the air.

"Someone just grabbed my ass!"

That was the shout of a frantic and violated young woman, who immediately turned around.

Few moments of uneasiness envelop the tight area as everyone processes the situation which just occurred. The only things that could be heard were the slight murmurs and the train still in motion.

A phone’s notification alert went off, and as if that were the cue, subtle chaos begins to ensue as the surrounding white knights, in the form of men wearing business suits, begin to scour the area in hopes of finding the alleged groper.

As I observe the scene, the only suspects to be identified are a student who ironically wears the same uniform as me and a distinguished-looking man.

The male student looks like a bit of a delinquent due to his facial expression and how he wears his uniform, which would be a loose tie; the first button of his white-collar shirt is unfastened, and his school blazer is open.

The male, on the other hand, is dressed to impress. If looks could kill, then he would be in jail for mass homicide. Based on the folder he has in his hand, he works for a major digital company.

One of the heroes approached the two of them and sternly asked, "Which of you is responsible for that horrendous act?"

I don’t believe asking that question would cause the person to confess to their dirty deed. Evidence in the form of eyewitness testimony would be the right call in this situation. Unfortunately, I saw nothing, so I will say nothing. Even if I did, based on my propensity to avoid all things that my brain adjudges as troublesome, my decision would still be to remain silent on the matter.

The crowd turns its attention on both suspects and awaits their response to the question.

In a swift manner the older male was the first to speak, as he was deeply offended that someone would even ask him that question.

"How dare you even think that I would stoop to that level?" he said, while waving around his folder that was seemingly held loose between his fingers.

The male student responded in a similar manner, but his response was more brutish in a way.

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"Why in the hell would I even do that!?" he angrily exclaimed while tightening his grip on his left hand on the train’s strap.

It appears that we are at a stalemate in regards to protesting one’s innocence.

“Did anyone see what happened?” asked one of the men in an attempt to introduce a third party into the situation.

Though as expected no one said a thing, so back to square one we go.

The victim and her knights both looked at each other before deciding on the matter. Which one would they pick? It’s clear as day that they would select the less refined person because after all it’s just in our nature as human beings.

An angry scowl appeared on the face of the student as he realized the pending decision as well. Given the pace of the situation, a few moments will only be allotted for him to fight against it.

"I told you, lady, that I didn’t do it, so don’t even think about pointing that finger at me!" he declared in an attempt to sway her decision.

Something like that is futile; however, everyone seems to be forgetting one other possibility which is still dancing in the air like a lone feather.

After all, this is a crowded area, so it is easy enough to shift your hand and accidentally touch someone, or even "grope." Still, it’s only a possibly so I will continue to take a neutral standard on the matter.

From the majority of the individuals' point of view here, it should be an easy decision to make.

The other male countered his response by stating that the student was standing closest to her, so it’s obvious that he is at fault.

Solid enough point from someone with their honor on the line, and the majority of the crowd thinks the same because all it takes is one minor fact to turn the tides of any argument.

"Is this how Saikyō Polytechnic Institute trains these young men?" uttered one person, while a few others seemingly agreed with her statement.

It appears that I selected the wrong train to board. Maybe walking would have been the ideal option, seeing that I am wearing the same uniform as him, minus the blazer. They may start looking at me funny as well.

The other students on board apparently shared the same sentiments as well based on their facial expressions and shallow murmuring.

As that was said, one of the passengers on the train looked at me so I nervously pulled my mobile phone out of my pocket and looked at the time which read 6:50 am. To ensure that I didn’t have to look up for a bit, I pretended to go through messages when in actuality I am just scrolling through my phone’s settings.

This may turn out to be a bigger issue, which I’d hate to be unintentionally a part of, so with things becoming out of hand in my opinion, I was left with no choice.

I let out a sigh and made my way to the front of the crowd, hearing the verdict to a case you already know the answer to so quite boring.

It was the next stop, so walking to where the school shuttles that take us to school are most likely parked and awaiting us will be easy enough.

The two suspects were close to the exit, so while making my way over there; my eyes came into contact with the male student who had a burning anger in his eyes from being accused, the woman who was visibly upset about the incident, and the distinguished man who looked offended.

As I was about to step foot out of the open doors, a cough slipped out of my throat due to having a bit of dry throat.

Afterwards, I stood on the platform and looked into the train. The doors closed, and then the train took off once again.

The last thing my eyes witnessed being the same student pointing towards something with an expression that can be labeled as a mixture between anger and hopefulness.

What a mundane experience, and hopefully he proves his innocence.

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