After a few more turns, they reach a utility door. Tsukki turns the knob, catching a piece of paper as it falls out. It probably is a crime. Trespassing at least, and definitely detention. Maybe worse. This is insane, an unnecessary risk. Except he wants to do it.

The only illumination is from the streetlights outside. But it's enough to catch a glint of teeth. Tsukki's smiling, swinging open the door to a flight of stairs. Next stop - the roof.

And an entire cascade of stars. Without Tokyo's light pollution, they're even brighter then at camp.