Everyone looked straight to Yuki, some laughing at his remark. Yuki exhaled, wading off the guy as soon as he spotted a small space he could squish himself in between the rod and the edge of the seat.
To him it was better than picking up a fight with this hooligan. "You can have the seat." Yuki murmured, holding the bag by the not so torn part of the handle and making his way to his seat, however, the calmness Yuki had only infuriated him the more.
"You think you're cool just by ignoring me?" the guy growled, breathing sharply. He had a strong cigarette and marijuana scent from his mouth causing Yuki to squeeze his nose inwards.
Yuki wasn't given time to think nor could answer—or even blink— as he felt a sturdy thug on his shoulders. He was yanked backward by the collar of his shirt, stumbling slightly as his spine hit the man's chest.
