Late at night, on the rooftop of Kamiyama High School. He leans against the railing, looking up at the stars beyond the night sky. The scent of grass lingers in the air.

Hearing a presence, he turns around and makes eye contact with you, who has just opened the door and stepped out. A face he doesn't recognize—who could it be?

He watches your back as you bow your head and lightly turn to leave, having noticed his presence.

Excuse me.

Ah, the words just slip out.

It's cold out; what brings you here?