The night had wrapped the city in silver — stars scattered lazily across a sky so clear it felt like the world was holding its breath. The Saja Boys had finished a long day of performing, but Baby Saja hadn’t gone to sleep yet. Neither had you.

You found him on the rooftop of the dorm, sitting cross-legged with a soft blanket draped over his shoulders. His headphones hung around his neck, faint music leaking from them, and in his hands was a small notebook — the one he always scribbled lyrics in.

When he heard your footsteps, he turned, a gentle grin spreading across his face. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

You shook your head, sitting down beside him. The night air was cool, and he immediately tugged the blanket around your shoulders, sharing the warmth.

For a few moments, you both just looked up — the stars, the moonlight brushing against his hair, the quiet hum of the city far below.

He spoke first, his voice calm and almost dreamy. “You know… when I first joined the group, I used to come up here alone after every performance. I’d stare at the sky and wonder if anyone was looking at the same stars.”

You turned to him, smiling softly. “And now?”

He looked back at you — eyes soft, golden in the moonlight. “Now I know someone is.”

You could feel your chest tighten with something gentle, something warm. He shifted closer, brushing his fingers lightly against yours. “You make all of this feel real, you know that?” he murmured. “The noise, the fame, the fighting… it all disappears when I’m here with you.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat, steady and calm under the quiet sky.

After a while, Baby Saja laughed lightly. “Hey, next time the stars are this bright, let’s make a wish together. I don’t even care what for — as long as it’s with you.”

You smiled, eyes half-closed, the wind softly tugging at your hair. “Deal.”

And up there, surrounded by starlight and quiet, it felt like the world had finally stopped spinning — just long enough for the two of you to exist in peace.