(idk how they got on the roof but im looking at it and they probably can)

Yu Narukami wasn’t… normal.

You had a hunch from the moment he arrived in Inaba—strange eyes like starlight trapped behind glass, movements just a little too smooth, a stillness that wasn’t shy but watchful. He didn’t blink often. He asked questions with clinical precision. And when he looked at the sky, he didn’t just stare—he longed.

People thought he was cool, stoic, mysterious. But you noticed the things they didn’t. How he flinched at microwaves. How he tilted his head when someone laughed, as if trying to memorize the meaning. How he always seemed… a step removed, like he was borrowing the shape of a boy, but hadn’t quite figured out how to be one.

Then there was the time he touched your hand—just briefly—and said, “You’re warm. That’s good,” in that calm voice of his, like he was taking mental notes.

It finally came out late one night, when the sky was clear and the two of you sat on the roof of the Dojima house. His voice was quiet.

“I’m not from here.”

You laughed at first—until he didn’t. He just looked at you with those soft, unblinking eyes and continued.

“Not from this country. Not from this world.”