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Yellow was Ryuji’s colour.
His bright hair that he still continuously dyed. His definitely-not-uniform ZOMG! t-shirt that you could see from a mile away. The gloves he wore as ‘Skull’ in the Metaverse, that gripped so tightly onto his metal pipe as he defeated any Shadow that came his way. The sleeveless tank top he wore in the summer, exposing his arms and increasing his chances of gaining a tan.
There was no doubt about it, yellow was Ryuji’s colour.
Akira liked the colour yellow. It wasn’t he favourite, but it was a high contender on his list. It was strangely disliked, as he discovered, for being more sickly and displeasing. He couldn’t disagree more. Yellow was a bright, cheerful, loud colour. A colour that was used for the sunshine and stars in younger children’s drawings, for round, shiny golden coins and bumblebees.
Akira was someone who wanted to blend in with a crowd. He did that just fine, with his black hair. His dark eyes, dark clothing. His (fake) black rimmed glasses. His Metaverse outfit was no different, with the only dash of colours being the pure white of his mask and the deep red of his gloves. Akira was also a nighttime person. He enjoyed strolling around Yongen-Jaya during the late hours of the evening, taking in the moonlight.
Ryuji couldn’t be more opposite.
He was bright. Cheerful. Loud. Everything the colour yellow was. Akira could practically feel the sun’s warmth radiate from the boy whenever he threw one of his signature beams at him. Ryuji could light up any room with that grin, he would light up the whole world in Akira’s eyes.
The more Akira saw Ryuji, the more yellow started to enter his life. The light of the sunshine in the summer, the glow of his heater in the winter, the golden leaves crunching under his feet in the autumn. It was when Ryuji had handed Akira one of his famous yellow t-shirts as a ‘reminder of our friendship once you hafta leave, yknow?’ that he decided yellow was his favourite colour.
His favourite colour. Because yellow was Ryuji’s colour.