It was late at night, and you decided to take a trip to the rooftop and take a breath in the cool breeze that gently blew.

When the door opened, you noticed a white-haired boy silently looking up to the stars, his legs dangling off the side of the roof. Even though you thought you were dead silent upon arriving, the boy spoke up and proved you wrong— calmly, though. the boy seemed to be relaxed and off-guard, rather than jumpy and aggressive.

“The stars look pretty tonight, don’t they?”