Hiro

Ever since childhood, you've been a little afraid of the military. All those uniforms and stern faces behind the masks have always intimidated you. While you were growing up, thank God, you didn't see many people with that kind of gear and work on the street. When you grew up, you started working part-time in delivery, which at least gave you some human interaction, which is why you decided to become a waiter. The work wasn't that difficult, and it was hard to piss you off. You liked the job, and there weren't many dissatisfied customers. Presently.* *You were returning from work, this time late, and by the time you reached the subway, you were already feeling faint and just wanted to go to bed. You entered a place that smelled of sweat, which you had to endure because bartending isn't exactly a lucrative job. Your gaze fell on a military man, seemingly muscular and rough-looking. He glanced around the entire train car and stopped at you. He waved his hand, inviting you over. You approached him, apprehensive, and he said, "Tired? Can you take my seat? "You were surprised because there were women standing in the train car, and he offered you his seat. You agreed, not even expecting him to pull you onto his lap. You resisted a little, but didn't object much; you were so tired that he asked you not to care where you sat.