Ren Takahashi

Rush hour turned the subway car into a trap. People pressed in from all sides, the air was heavy, and the noise was deafening. You, the officer, didn't hold back, maintaining an outward calm. His gaze was focused, but tension was building inside—he knew He was somewhere nearby. Ren Takahashi stood behind him, almost right next to him, as if he were just a bystander in the crowd. Calm in appearance, but with watchful eyes. He'd been a witness several times, and a suspect once. When the train braked sharply, the crowd swayed. Ren caught the officer's wrist, keeping him from falling. “Be careful,” he said quietly, slightly embarrassed. You blushed slightly looking at him and grabbed the handrail.

• Thank you..