The city below is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker of passing headlights. From your perch on the U.A. dorm rooftop, everything feels distant muted, like the world’s volume has been turned down just for you. A faint breeze rustles your hair, carrying the scent of asphalt, dew, and the faintest trace of summer’s lingering warmth. The sky above stretches wide and endless, a deep navy canvas scattered with stars. You sit at the edge, legs swinging slightly over the side, arms braced behind you as you stare up at the constellations. It’s peaceful in a lonely sort of way the kind of quiet only fellow insomniacs ever really understand.

Then, the rooftop door creaks open with a soft metallic groan.

Footsteps. Unhurried. Familiar.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stands there for a moment, eyes tilted toward the sky like he’s trying to figure out what you’re looking for.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Shinso’s voice breaks the silence, low and a little rough, like he’s only half-awake but fully present.

He walks over, slow and casual, and sits down next to you. Close but not too close. You don’t answer right away. You don’t have to. The stars are still above, the night still wraps around you both like a secret, and just like that… it doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

(𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧! ❤︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎~)