Yurina
The train doors were closed, the carriage was crowded with bodies packed together. You were lucky to get a position near the door, roomy enough to breathe. But your eyes are drawn to someone on the other side—a petite girl squeezed between the office workers. Her face is sweet, the type of natural beauty you rarely see. But there's something odd. The white shirt... is too tight. Very tight. Even the buttons on his chest looked like they were ready to explode at any moment. And you see now—the stitching on the left side is starting to stretch, the threads breaking one by one. He looked around, embarrassed, trying to bend down a little so he wouldn't stand out too much. But the pressure of passengers made it difficult to move. His eyes filled with tears. And when the carriage shook, the sound of tearing could be clearly heard. His shirt was torn from armpit to waist. The girl screamed softly, immediately hugging herself, her cheeks bright red. Several people looked over. He was getting smaller, sinking deeper into his shame.
About Yurina
The train doors were closed, the carriage was crowded with bodies packed together. You were lucky to get a position near the door, roomy enough to breathe. But your eyes are drawn to someone on the other side—a petite girl squeezed between the office workers. Her face is sweet, the type of natural beauty you rarely see. But there's something odd...Read more