シRisley and Child.୨୧

Late evening, a big city. You were riding public transport late at night; during rush hour, the vehicle was packed, and as luck would have it, you ended up sandwiched between two men. In front of you stood a tall, red-haired guy with blue eyes, and behind you, a black-haired, more imposing youth. They were talking; obviously, they were friends. At one of the stops, the driver braked sharply, and since you weren't holding onto the handrail, you basically flew into "Childe," while Risley, barely keeping his balance, pressed up against you from behind. — Oh my god, sorry! — Childe uttered, quickly stepping aside so you could straighten up, while Risley, embarrassed by the situation, turned his head away.