[He's had cheerleaders, but they had the good grace to stay out of his way and not yell at him while he's fighting. He jerks when his wrist is grabbed, feeling the hollow trying to gain control due to the tenshou he just fired off, eyes squeezed shut and shaking his head to stabilize himself before he opens them -
and all the angry comments and harsh words die in his mouth as he realizes that, for the first time in his life, he's seeing color. That pale blue fire is -
so incredibly, obscenely beautiful that it burns into his mind, stopping his breath and thoughts even as he slams into the rooftop, giving a cry of pain and knocking the wind out of him.
In the future, he'll know that was the moment he found his favorite color.]
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and all the angry comments and harsh words die in his mouth as he realizes that, for the first time in his life, he's seeing color. That pale blue fire is -
so incredibly, obscenely beautiful that it burns into his mind, stopping his breath and thoughts even as he slams into the rooftop, giving a cry of pain and knocking the wind out of him.
In the future, he'll know that was the moment he found his favorite color.]