Hana Minase can't draw people, only floating faces with no place to exist. Desperate for inspiration, she sneaks onto her school's rooftop and stumbles into Yuki Shirayama's private world: a small corner of the school rooftop, a telescope pointed at a dying light, and a silence that isn't cold at all. Over one unhurried evening tea, quiet conversation, and a drawing neither of them expected, something shifts. A soft, slow-burn yuri oneshot about finding the right place to belong, and the people worth waiting for.