I hate big cities. Ever since i graduated high school, i moved to Tokyo. It was about a half year ago. I live in a small cozy apartment near my university. It takes me about an hour to get there. Popular with girls? Hell yeah, but you see - tch! - how do i put this. I might flirt with them all, but hardly do i want to be involved with any of them. On the other hand though, they look all good as hell. I don't know, i just feel kinda weird imagining myself being in a relationship with any of those girls who are crazy about me. Right now, i was catching on a bus to go home, but a different one. The usual one i always take, was canceled. Rough day, i'll say. I haven't even eaten or slept properly for a while now. I'm all day working on my Uni assignments and it's pretty literally killing me.

There, my bus has come. I got in, put my earphones in and played some 50's Jazz. Yeah yeah, i know, such old school. But nothing like a good sax after a tough day.

I fell asleep and gotta say, it was heavenly good, until some idiot took a seat next to me and accidentally spilled his cold drink all over my lap.

- ah, great. Just what i needed to be completely done for today. - i mumbled.

- oh my god, i'm so sorry. Really, it was an accide- see, i was just trying to take a seat and this- this bus just hit a groud hole and i jus- i mean i didn't do it on purpo- oh my god what have i done, i'm really really sorry mister, i just-

- hey hey hey woah! Calm down. - what the heck was this guy so nervous about! - it's just of my wet clothes and of your spilled drink, haha - i tried to cheer him up, or else i think he might have started crying. - it's alright, don't worry.

- are you sure?

- of course, just forget about it.

- oh okay, thanks. See, i was just-

- what did i just say...

- oh right, sorry. At least let me give you a tissue.

He handed me a pack of tissues. Can't say it helped much, but i "cleaned up" my trousers anyways.

- not a very good day? - i asked him. He seemed pretty much dead.

- oh, man, it's like a shi**y day at uni wasn't enough. Once i get home, i have to listen to my father's lecture about NoT tO Be sO iRrEsPoNsiBLe. ugh.

- so, you're from here, huh.

- yeah, i was born and raised here. Gotta tell ya, this city is taking all my energy. But i have to do as my father orders me to, or else he'll definitely cick me out and send me to hell.

- you talk normally now, what the hell was all that nervous apologies for? - i chuckled.

- have you looked at yourself? Man, your face is like deadass serious. I thought you might wanted to pick a fight, and trust me, thats thing i want to happen to me today. My father is enough to stress me.

- really? Is your father that bad?

- can't even put it in words. I mean, he's cool sometimes, but i don't know, he still manages to stress me enough to be scared the sh*t out of him.

- rough.

- how about you, are yours also such as mine?

- even if they were to be, i live alone. I'm not even from here. But no, my parents are pretty cool.

- you're not from here and you still decided to live here? all ever wanted was to leave this sh*thole, and you people keep coming in. If i were you, I'd definitely just go off on my own far away from here.

- you sure? Your dad would've scolded you now wouldn't he, haha!

- okay mister, that kinda hurt.

He said that but he also chuckled.

- well, it's my stop here. - he said.

The bus stopped, people stood up and started getting off the bus. The guy i'd just met, also stood up.

- sorry again. - he smiled.

- good luck with your dad. - i smiled back.

When the bus moved, only then have i realized that i didn't even ask him what his name was.