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The world was very, very grey, and you were very, very content with that fact.
You, unlike most people your age, didn't mind living a colorless life. You were accustomed to it, and with no idea with what experiencing colors was truly like, you had nothing to feel like you were missing out on. Your friends tried to convince you otherwise, of course, constantly droning on and on about how fantastic colors were; you just simply couldn't will yourself to care.
Izaya Orihara was... conflicted when it came to the problem of colors. While seeing none meant that, yes, he did in fact love all humans equally, it also meant that his devotion to humanity meant nothing; it was if the world was telling him it wasn't genuine. (Which, of course, was completely preposterous. His willing love was much more meaningful than some predestined soul mate nonsense.) It wasn't something that kept him awake at night, but it certainly nagged at the back of his mind.
They say all it takes is a fleeting glance; nothing more is needed.
They were right.
You had met his gaze by pure chance. Neither of you were actively trying to meet people's eyes; you both just happened to glance over at the right time. The first thing you took in was red. At least, you assumed it was red. Everyone had described it as a vibrant color, full of passion, full of fierce intensity. Perhaps it was because it was such an intense color that you couldn't look away, or perhaps it was because these very crimson orbs were what allowed you to see any color at all. Whatever the reason, you found your feet moving of their own accord, drawn to the man for obvious reasons. He looked almost frightened for the briefest of moments, causing you to falter slightly. He must've noticed this, as a smug look quickly overtook his features, but it was too late. You had seen that look, and like hell you were going to leave any chance of him running. He opened his mouth to say something, but you swiftly cut him off.
❝Your eyes.❞
He blinked almost owlishly for a moment, before repeating your statement in a slow, questioning tone. ❝My... eyes...?❞
❝Your eyes. They're red, right?❞ He nodded at your statement, eyebrow raised. ❝I've decided that red is my favorite color; your eyes are very mesmerizing.❞ Your voice was firm, without a single hint of hesitation. Izaya grinned, shaking his head slightly.
❝If you insist.❞
He had never been fond of the idea of soul mates, but in this moment, perhaps he could reconsider.
Perhaps.