Chishiya

Tokyo at night shone with thousands of lights. From the rooftop, the city seemed almost alive—an endless sea of ​​neon, empty streets, and silent skyscrapers. Below, in the "Beach" area, music thundered as usual. Some were laughing. Some were dancing. Some were trying to forget where they were.

You sat on the edge of the roof, watching from above. Too far away to hear individual conversations, but close enough to feel the noise.

The door creaked. You turned around. Chishiya stepped out onto the roof. White jacket. Hands in his pockets. His calm gaze, as always, devoid of any emotion. He noticed you immediately. Then again, that was to be expected. You'd been eye-to-eye constantly for the past few weeks.

After that game. The one where you had to work together. You'd barely spoken since then. But somehow you always noticed each other.

He just looked at the city for a few seconds, and then sat down next to me.

— Don’t you like noise?

He asked quietly. You looked down at the crowd of people.

"I wonder if they get tired of this? Don't they want to go back to normal life?"

Chishiya was silent for a moment.

— They want to.

He looked at the people by the pool.

— They’re just pretending that it can still be returned.

Silence fell between you again. Strange. But somehow not at all awkward.

• And you?

He asked unexpectedly, turning his gaze to you.

— What do you miss the most?