DECEPTION [7TH DIVISION/READER]

❀ALLIGATORS ON A TRAIN❀

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Sardines. All of you.

You could barely move as you were packed and squeezed together in one train car with other soldiers from the 7th. Way to close with unpleasantly smelling men for your taste.

Due to the limited seating, three soldiers were pushed into each bench with little room for personal space. You could only groan internally at your misfortune of receiving a middle spot.

How unlucky.

Attempting to shift your arms into your lap, you muttered a quick 'sorry' to both men on your sides as your arms harshly bumped into them. Curt grunts were the only response to your half ass apology.

Rolling your eyes, you pressed your lips together and stared at the back of the seat in front of you. The velvet fabric of the bench was distorted in color and dark splotches decorated the bottom in various sizes.

You cringed at the sight of grime coating the seats legs. Gross. The economy cars were clearly neglected where most folks wouldn't bother to look.

"What are you doing?"

You ignored the familiar agonizing voice of Usami, preferring to keep your intense gaze locked on the stained seat.

"Hey, did that beating make you deaf or something?" Usami scratched his chin and hummed thoughtfully.

You clenched your fists in your lap, "What the hell do you want?"

Your eyes finally snapped up to meet Usami. He leaned causally against the seat in front of you with an arm propping up his head.

Usami's eyes glinted at your frustration, "Is that anyway to address your superior, Miya~"

He smirked at your sour expression before turning his gaze to your attire, "Especially one who most graciously retrieved your uniform for you?"

You gritted your teeth at his cockiness, "Would you have gotten it if the First Lieutenant didn't order it?"

"Hell no."

You let out a quick laugh at his blunt answer, "You could've at least pretended to think about it."

Usami shrugged his shoulders before he stood up straight with a sigh, "Well, have fun being crammed out here, Miya."

You tilted your head, "Don't you have to sit out here too?"

You recoiled in disgust when his face suddenly dusted pink and his hands clasped together, "First Lieutenant Tsurumi invited me to the VIP car! I wonder if it's because of my outstanding performance lately~"

You laughed at him, "Ya, sure."

Your sarcastic laughter turned nervous as Usami matched your laughter with his own. He glared down at you with a sinister look while cracking his knuckles slowly. His left brow twitched slightly in agitation. Ah, you always forget about his temper.