He closes the distance between them with a chaste brush of his lips against hers, pulling back just long enough to wipe a tear from her cheek before he angles his head and gives her the kind of kiss she was constantly demanding in the beginning of their relationship. The kind of kiss that would make her heart race and leave her breathless.

Behind them (or maybe somewhere around them, Shirogane wasn't really inclined to pay attention to anything that wasn't Fujiko at the moment) the train's whistle sounds. For a very, very long time.

I THINK YOU ARE GOING TO DEAFEN EVERYONE HERE BEFORE THEY NOTICE.