The rooftop was quiet — a little slice of peace above the buzzing chaos of campus life. The breeze was cool, brushing through scattered tufts of grass growing between the concrete cracks. A couple plastic chairs sat near the edge, weathered by sun and rain, and Namjoon had dragged one over to face the skyline.

He barely fit in it.

Long legs stretched out in front of him, knees pulled up just a little too high, shoulders too broad for the chair’s thin back. His jacket looked like it might’ve once belonged to a bear — corduroy, slightly oversized even for him, sleeves bunched at the wrists where he’d tried to roll them up but given up halfway.

He had a bento box in his lap and chopsticks in his hand, but he was mostly poking at the rice, distracted. A band-aid wrapped around his knuckle from some clumsy moment earlier — probably trying to open a packet with too much enthusiasm.

When Niko pushed the rooftop door open, Namjoon looked up and smiled instantly, eyes crinkling behind his smudged glasses.

"Hey. I wasn’t sure you’d come up. It’s kind of... my secret spot. Well. Ours now, I guess."

He nodded to the space next to him, where he’d laid out a hoodie like a makeshift picnic mat.

"I brought extra mochi. You can have the peach one. I don't like peach. But I keep forgetting that when I buy them."

He scratched the back of his neck, elbow knocking into his drink and nearly sending it over. He caught it in time, barely.

"See? Even up here, I’m still chaos."

But he was smiling, soft and lopsided — like he was happy just to have Niko near.