Chapter Text
ultra/violet
It’s the third day of school and the classroom is filled with strangers barely acquainted, friendships awaiting fresh bloom. Crisp pieces of paper sit in front of each student, a multitude of colors gathered in tubes at the center of the table ready for eager hands.
The blue paint disappears almost immediately, firmly grasped in the hands of a boy whose smile is as bright as the mischievous twinkle in his eye. White paper is stained blue as the boy spreads the paint onto the surface. He completely disregards the stack of brushes, opting for his hands instead.
Next to him sits a timid fellow, glasses a little too large in frame sitting gently on the sharp bridge of his nose. He peeks over at the ever growing blue smear to his side before quietly grabbing the red tube of paint and delicately plopping a single dot of gel onto his own paper.
Smiling to himself, he takes his pointer finger and slowly dips it into his paint. It feels cold against his fingertip but warms gradually as he spirals the paint in circles, the red growing larger with every movement.
The blue–stained boy giggles as his red–handed counterpart makes eye contact and reciprocates his laugher, both content with their similar painting practices. The stars in his eyes shine brighter as he holds up his unfinished painting.
“I’m making Sonic! I like him because he’s super fast. I think I can beat him in a race though.”
“I made an apple. I might make another one. So there’s two.” He scrunches his nose in attempt to push his glasses up higher, failing to make any progress but succeeding in making his new friend laugh.
“I’m Soonyoung!”
“I’m Wonwoo.” He holds his hand out in greeting, as all polite boys do when introducing themselves, and smiles as he feels a soft hand grasp his own.
They continue to work on their paintings, Soonyoung adding super ultrasonic speed lines and Wonwoo painting a second apple to keep the first one company. They hurry to the bulletin board, jumping with excitement as they proudly display their paintings next to each other.
The teacher watches fondly as they run back to their table and talk in hushed voices as if they’ve been friends for ages. He turns to their paintings and smiles, noticing the hints of violet fingerprints scattered amongst the red and blue.