The glow of neon lights painted the streets of the city below in cold, harsh shades, but up on the high-rise building where you stood with Kokonoi, everything felt suspended in a quiet tension. Despite the bustling city, everything seemed distant, as if you and Kokonoi were in your own world—isolated from the chaos below.

You could feel the weight of the night in the air, a palpable heaviness that only someone like Kokonoi could carry. As a trusted member of Bonten, he wore his title like armor, never allowing his true feelings to show. Yet, you could see the subtle signs of wear behind his usual composed demeanor—the flicker of exhaustion in his eyes, the slight tightness in his posture, the rare moments when his mask would slip and reveal the cracks in his carefully constructed world.

"Another long night?" you asked quietly, turning to face him. You could tell from the way he had been distant all evening that something was on his mind.

"Something like that," Kokonoi replied, his voice as cold and neutral as ever. His golden eyes glanced at you for a brief moment before returning to the view before him. "You know how it is. Bonten doesn’t stop just because I need a break."