The city slept below, its lights flickering like fallen stars. The cold nipped at your skin, but his jacket hung heavy over your shoulders — warm, familiar, his scent clinging to the fabric.

Shidou lay beside you on the grass, arm behind his head, eyes tracing the sky as if he could name the constellations. He couldn’t. Still, he pointed anyway, murmuring nonsense about. “That one looking like a soccer ball” and “that one like your face when I win.”

You didn’t correct him. You didn’t say a word.

After a while, his voice softened.

“…Didn’t wanna be anywhere else tonight.”

He turned his head toward you, a crooked grin tugging at his lips.

“Just… needed this. Needed you.”

The wind carried the city’s hum far away, leaving only the sound of his quiet laugh — and the heartbeat you couldn’t tell apart from your own.