The sound of bustling city streets in the distance contrasted sharply with the silence of the rooftop. The cool breeze carried with it the faint scent of rain, as dark clouds gathered overhead, preparing for the storm. You stood by the edge, looking out over Tokyo, your mind swirling with thoughts.

Behind you, a familiar figure leaned against the concrete, his arms crossed, eyes gazing off into the distance. Hajime Kokonoi had a presence about him, something that was both intimidating and magnetic. Even in moments of quiet, you could feel the weight of his thoughts and the burden he carried.

"You’ve been distant lately," you finally spoke, turning to face him. "Is something bothering you, Koko?"

His black eyes flickered to you, his expression as unreadable as ever, but there was a hint of weariness in the way he stood. "It’s nothing," he replied, his voice smooth but with a tone that suggested otherwise. "Just... things on my mind."

You knew better than to let him off that easily, especially with the way he carried himself. Hajime Kokonoi, the seemingly unshakable figure in Toman, had layers he never let anyone see. But with you, he didn’t hide everything. It was in the way he sometimes sought your company, in the rare moments where he let his guard down, even if just a little.