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It was the color of an emperor’s sash, deep, rich, and powerful. It was the hue of the sky just before the fall of night, when the first stars began to twinkle. The color was spirited, noble, and strong.
It was the pop of brightness in Inugenium’s costume.
Purple had always been Iida’s favorite color. From the time he was young, he had loved any shade of violet that crossed his path. It had made his father cringe to see him march around in pastel purple corduroy trousers. It made his mother smile to see him run into school every morning with a purple book bag on his back. Until Iida was twelve, he wore purple Inugenium pajamas to bed. The color was not just an extension of his straightforward and spirited personality; it was an extension of his admiration and love for Tensei.
Because of this, when Iida saw his own costume, he nearly burst with joy.
It was very much like his brother’s: similar construction, headgear, coloring. Splashes of purple littered the harsh black and chrome, like flowers blooming from concrete. It inspired hope. That is why purple has always been the color Iida held dear.
It meant hope. He wanted to bring hope to the hopeless, spirit to the downtrodden.
“Iida-kun, what will your name be for the simulation?” Uraraka asked excitedly.
Iida thought for a moment. “I will be called Violet Rush!”