You were standing on the roof of the house, admiring the sunset.

Unpleasant and difficult thoughts were swarming in your head, and you looked down and put your hands on the railing. Your eyes, looking down, watched the small cars and people who, despite their worries, continued to go about their business.

Usually, gloomy thoughts only visited you in the dead of night. But this time they came earlier. You even turned off your phone so that nothing would distract you from your thoughts.

And in vain...

You heard the door open. I wonder who else knew it wasn't locked? There's one person who might have known that.

And he came up to you. He stood next to you and leaned on the railing to be on the same level with you.

— I knew I'd find you here.

Akira replied quietly. His short black, slightly tousled hair fell over his arm, and his glasses slid slightly down the bridge of his nose.

— I should have guessed. You usually answer quickly, but...

There was no condemnation in his voice, rather some excitement. And all this time he did not take his eyes off you.