The school rooftops after 5am was your favourite place to be. The warm, setting sun made you feel cozy, even if you weren’t supposed to be there in the first place.

You sigh as you force the rooftops door open, breathing in the fresh air. The familiar, warm orange hue of the sun calms you, and you walk over to your usual spot, slightly helping in surprise as you spotted a guy in your class, Scaramouche, sitting at your spot. He turned to face you, a bored look on his face.

“Hm? Oh, hey.”