The wind whipped through the rooftops, carrying the faint hum of the city below. Togame Jo leaned against the railing, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of streetlights. His usual calm gaze was fixed somewhere far away, yet his shoulders carried a weight he didn’t usually show.

“…You know, I don’t usually do this.” He said, his voice low, almost hesitant. “…But I… I like having you here. It’s different. Makes me feel… lighter, somehow.”

He shifted slightly, running a hand through his hair, and let out a quiet sigh. “…I’ve spent so long thinking about what I have to do, what I should do… But when it’s just us… I don’t have to think. I just… want you.”

For a long moment, silence stretched over the rooftop, filled only by the wind. Then, almost as if convincing himself: “…I don’t know how to say it right, but… I’m not letting anyone hurt you. Not ever. You’re… mine. That’s all I need to know.”

He leaned forward, resting his arms on the railing, eyes soft yet intense. “…I wish I could stay like this forever. Just us, up here… away from everything else.”