Our muses are destined to fall in love on their daily commute

The most that Kasuka could guess was that he’s a doctor.

Of course, the fact that he wore a white coat and suit underneath practically gave that away, though for all the talent knew, it could just be that he enjoyed wearing clothes like that, for whatever reason. Maybe he actually just liked dressing up, rather than actually being the profession he looked like. It wouldn’t be the first time someone did that.

But he doubted that was true. He was a doctor, and that was all Kasuka would believe.

Every day when he got on the train to travel to the agency, the man would be there, sat in the same place and dressed in the same coat, doing various different tasks or just staring out at nothing. Every day Kasuka would notice him and end up watching him, even when he tried not to.

At first he didn’t really see the man, instead keeping his head ducked as a way to keep himself unrecognisable. Then he would look up once he felt it safe, and eventually his gaze would always be dragged back to the other and he was helpless against himself. No matter if he tried to look away, always he would find himself looking back once more.

Without realising it, Kasuka had developed a crush.

It wasn’t as though he knew anything about the man, minus his looks and perhaps the type of book that he read or the newspaper he would bring on board. But he couldn’t help it. A strange, fluttering feeling would attack his chest whenever he saw the man again, and it was embarrassing to think that he had developed what felt like a childish feeling on someone he didn’t even know.

But then he would look up and that thought would be brushed away and it wouldn’t matter anymore, and he’d fall into that crush all over again.

Kasuka’s stop was one after his, and usually he would watch him leave and then turn back in his seat and slump over at his cowardice. Once more he hadn’t tried to talk to him, practically nailing himself to his seat again and carrying on the same routine.

Today was different, though. It wasn’t as if he was leaving soon or there was something pushing him towards the man as though it was his last chance. All that it was, was that he had finally plucked up whatever courage he had.

Before they reached the other’s stop, Kasuka pushed himself up from his seat, taking careful, short steps over to where he sat and standing in front of him, careful not to trip up at the careful rocking of the train. When he stopped in front of him, he looked up and smiled, and Kasuka couldn’t tell if it was happy or confused or anything else, too caught up in his nerves.

After breathing in carefully, he blurted out, “Would you like to go for a drink or something to eat or.. anything with me some time?”

The reply was prompt, and decidedly less nervous than his question and infinitely more cheerful, “Do you mean on a date?”

Kasuka nodded, then felt like that wasn’t enough and verbalised it with, “Yes.”

A wave of relief crashed over him at the following reply, and his shoulder relaxed and he felt like he could smile again.

“I’d love to!”