When you woke up, it was past midnight. The night was silent and completely dark, except from the soft moonlight that streamed into the room. Your eyes darted to Suguru's side of the room, only to find it deserted. A gentle breeze slipped in from the half-opened window, carrying the faint smell of cigarettes with it.

Suguru was leaning on the railing as he smoked, his gaze fixated on the cloudless night sky. A smile formed on hid lips once he heard the window bay slide open and your quiet footsteps on the balcony. It had become some sort of ritual for the both of you. On nights where neither of you could sleep, you'd hang out together until sunrise.

"Can't sleep either?" Suguru asked, although he already knew the answer. "We really suck at sleeping, huh." He laughed quietly.