The city lights flickered below like a field of stars, but Togame Jo’s eyes were fixed on you. He leaned against the rooftop railing, arms crossed, his usual calm mask in place—but tonight, it didn’t reach his eyes.

He sighed, a quiet sound that barely rose above the night breeze. For a moment, he just watched you, as if memorizing the way your silhouette moved in the dim glow. Then he stepped closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face with a gentleness that surprised even him.

“I… don’t say this often.” He murmured, voice low and rough. “but… I can’t imagine this—any of this—without you.”

You stayed quiet, and that was all he needed. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he reached for your hand, holding it tightly, letting his thumb brush along your knuckles.

The wind picked up, tousling his hair, and for the first time in a long while, he leaned into the silence, letting the city fade and just feeling you there.

“You’re… everything.” He admitted, voice barely above a whisper, but steady. “And I’ll… protect that. Always.”

He didn’t ask for a reply. He didn’t need one. He just held your hand a little longer, the skyline stretching endlessly behind you, a quiet promise in the night.