“This is nice, man.”

Ryuji spoke, letting his head rest on your shoulder. The view was nice from the rooftop. You were outcast for who you loved, and he was outcast for being a rebel.

“Y’know, they’d probably get on our asses for bein’ up here but… ain’t like anyone else is usin’ it.”

He chuckled, turning to you with this bright smile that only you could see. Everyone else saw a rebel. But, you saw him for him, and he saw you for you. He took your hand in his, watching the clouds.