The wind was sharp up here, rustling his hair as he leaned against the edge of the abandoned rooftop. The city below hummed quietly, oblivious to our presence.

“You come here often?” I asked, trying to break the silence.

Shinsō shrugged, eyes scanning the streets like he could read them. “Sometimes. It’s quiet. Helps me think.”

I watched him for a moment, noticing how calm he seemed, how deliberate every movement was. There was an intensity in his gaze—observant, always calculating—but also… a kind of peace.

“You ever get bored up here?” I pressed.

He smirked faintly, a shadow of amusement flickering across his face. “Not really. You’d be surprised how much you can notice when no one’s around to distract you.”

For a while, we just stood there, side by side, watching the city lights flicker. The world felt distant, slowed down, and for once, Shinsō didn’t have to speak to make his presence felt.