Aoba crouched down and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The air was much cleaner than in Midorijima, but it tasted fake. Behind him, his wings extended to their full length, the mild breeze ruffling through his rumpled feathers. Extending six feet to either side of him, they shifted and twitched in response to the air around him. Aoba relished these nights when he could escape to the roof of his house - or in this case, the tall roof of Glitter - and shed his cumbersome coat, letting his wings free. He hid them daily as his granny had instructed him, of course, but it was nice to let them be free in the fresh air.
With a final deep breath, Aoba leaned forward, pitching down into the streets. His wings snapped out and caught him in the air, tilting up to sail him back into the sky. He spun around with a grin on his face, looking back at the blowing feathers before looking up again. Determined, he began to climb higher in the sky. Higher and higher he flew until he could almost touch the false sky. He looked down below him before turning his sights to the large tower in the center.