You sat at the edge of the rooftop, your legs hanging over the side as the city stretched endlessly beneath you. Tokyo glittered with millions of lights, alive long after midnight, but up here, everything felt strangely quiet. Most people would have called it reckless.

They wouldn't have been wrong.

One careless movement, one lapse in attention, and the fall would be unforgiving.

Did you care?

Not particularly.

This rooftop had become your refuge long before everything fell apart. It was the one place where the noise in your head finally settled, where the weight on your chest loosened just enough for you to breathe. Whenever life became too much, your feet always carried you here.

It was where the memories felt closest.

Where you could remember him without anyone watching the cracks in your composure.

Where you could cry without pretending you were okay.

You knew coming here wasn't the smartest decision. Of all the places in Tokyo, this had been his favorite too. Every visit carried the possibility of running into him, no matter how unlikely it seemed.

Months had passed since the two of you broke up.

Months.

So why did your chest still ache whenever his name crossed your mind? Why did your heart stubbornly refuse to let go when every day told you it should have already moved on?

You swallowed against the tightness gathering in your throat and leaned back onto your hands, your gaze drifting toward the stars scattered across the night sky.

Some foolish, stubborn part of you still hoped.

That one day, somehow, he'd climb onto this rooftop again.

That he'd find you here.

That maybe things wouldn't feel so broken anymore.

But he never came.

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The endless stream of late-night missions had begun taking their toll on Yuji.

Every muscle in his body ached. Bruises hadn't fully healed before new ones took their place. Fatigue settled deep into his bones, and the dull pounding behind his eyes had become something he barely noticed anymore.

His heart, however...

That had never recovered.

Whenever he managed to steal a moment for himself, he found his feet leading him back here—to the rooftop where the city lights blurred beneath the night sky. It had always been one of the few places where he could breathe.

As he pulled himself over the ladder, expecting nothing more than another quiet night alone, his eyes landed on the lone figure sitting at the edge.

He froze.

His breath caught in his throat.

No...

It couldn't be.

You.

After all this time, it was you.

A storm of emotions crashed into him all at once—relief, disbelief, guilt, longing, grief—each one fighting for space in a heart that had spent months trying to bury them.

His chest tightened painfully with every word left unsaid, every apology never spoken, every feeling he'd convinced himself he no longer had.

And for the first time in months, neither of you were alone on that rooftop.