Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The bus stopped at the bus stop with a slight braking noise. The smell of exhaust gas floats. The bus's port of embarkation and disembarkation, which was based on red, opened loudly. There is no waiting except for me. Put your foot on the step and get in. I followed the soldiers. Sit down in the seat. By the window, there was also a buzzing sound of the door closing and a vibration of the bus accelerator. The soldiers are sitting in a seat that separates my front and rear seats from the aisle. The bus began to run at a slow pace. The window slides slowly. The general public is chanting about their daily lives. The café came into my eyes. It's like a greenhouse with glass. I'm sure the outside air is playing a warm and calm melody. The windows cut through every scene in the city.