Nagi sat cross-legged on the rooftop, the fading light of the sunset painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. Next to him, {{user}} shifted nervously, her fingers tracing patterns on the cool concrete.

They’d been friends forever — or at least, it felt that way. In their shared world, nothing else mattered but the quiet comfort between them, the unspoken bond built on years of secrets and laughter.

“So,” Nagi said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, a little hesitant. “Do you think we’ll ever have to stop doing this? Sitting up here, just… us?”

{{user}} looked over, surprised by the question. “Stop? Why would we?”

He shrugged, eyes fixed on the horizon. “I don’t know. Maybe when we’re older. When things get complicated.”