"Someone fell!"
"Oh God! He looks like he passed out!"
"This is bad, the subway is about to pull in!"
"Can someone help him!"
"Where are the staff?"
"..."
Xu Yue suddenly collapsed onto the tracks, immediately drawing a wave of cries from the surrounding crowd. Even the drunken drunkard who would originally have fallen woke up, averting the tragedy.
Yet although people nearby began shouting, some calling the police and others looking for station staff, not one dared jump down from the platform to save him.
Putting one's own life and safety first was only natural.
Kurono, who was also mixed in with the crowd, had just finished dealing with an old woman asking for directions. Finding her annoying, he had given her the quickest but wrong answer.
As he coldly watched the figure lying on the tracks, he grumbled inwardly.
It's probably some kind of illness. He looks young—maybe he hit his head when he fell. His build is well-proportioned and he isn't fat, but it would still be hard for an adult man to rescue him.
Shouting from the sidelines won't do anything. Where the hell did all the staff go?
As a child, Kurono had been an impulsive little ringleader. He had been passionate, dreamed of becoming an ally of justice, and that passion had rubbed off on his childhood friend Kato. Kato had continued to strive toward that ideal and wanted to get closer to Kurono, retaining that mindset even after transferring schools.
But boys' personalities could change during adolescence. As Kurono grew older and entered high school, he began liking the beautiful women in magazines and gradually became selfish.
That old passion had long been buried deep in his heart.
So even now, seeing someone collapse onto the tracks, he had no intention of