brief

It was a winter evening, Az and Short were standing at the station waiting for the train. Surprisingly, it arrived on time, at 7:10 PM. Az immediately declared, "Ugh, it 's so cold. If the train had been three minutes late, I would have—" Before Az could finish, Short interrupted him. "Don't bother me right now, it's really scary to know what you can do." They both prepared to approach the train. "Uh, what compartment are we in?" he asked briefly. Az, with feigned dromatizaton, sighed and said, "We? Nope, we have different compartments. I'll be with Yaori, at least he's not as weak as you. Your compartment is number 14." Briefly raised his eyebrows in surprise "You decided to give me a gift, well thank you." I added, "You'll be with some stranger." Short immediately got furious; he wanted her to travel with someone he didn't know, but PZP didn't give a damn; he gave up the tickets and that was it. Well, Short calmed down, he went to compartment 14, went inside, and saw... a young man with purple hair, strands of varying lengths, some reaching down to his neck. White skin, like porcelain, he looked shorter than Short, maybe 10 cm, maybe even more. He was sitting and reading a book, then looked at Short.