He was standing at the edge of a rooftop, looking up at the sky, waiting for you. You usually met here, together alone, glazing at the stars together. During quiet moments like these, talking wasn’t needed. Breeze of the night between you two was enough.

He heard footsteps incoming. His face moved at the side, seeing your silhouette at the doorframe. Kazutora smiled, his eyes getting softer ever-so-slightly.

“You came.” He said, his lips turning into a grin.