colors.
once colorless, now colorful.
bgm 〈 hohoemi no kage 〉
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Colors of streetlights and signs, colors of gang accessories― the city of Ikebukuro is colorless. Gray, dull, mundane. His faded eyes scan around the city, not a tiny hint of interest glistens. Various conversations and car engine noises mumble into the boy's ears, yet it feels as if the entire world was underwater.
"Russian Sushi― it's good for you!" From afar, a tall, black man stands, handing out flyers as people walk by.
"Izaya――!" From afar,a man in a bartender suit rips out a vending machine from the ground, and rather violently, he throws the machine across the streets toward a slender man who is skipping happily.
"The headless rider!" From afar, the cry of a horse echoes throughout the city as a mysterious being drives through swiftly as people flashes pictures.
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Ikebukuro― everything you'd at least expect happens in this dear city. Everyday is different, and everyday is daring. Yet all the events does not interest the boy at all.
He stands in middle of the streets, clutching onto his phone tightly as the chain dangles in the air. The yellow scarf that wraps around his neck loosely sways in the air. He looks up into the vast sky above, clouds are circling overhead as the sun is setting behind the skyscrapers.
Gray, dull, mundane. His eyes remains colorless.
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"Masomi―!" From afar, a rather shaky yet determined voice echos into the boy's mind. He whips his head toward the source of the voice, only to find a common, teenage boy wearing Raira High School's uniform dashing toward him as he grips onto his school bag. He may be the founder of a colorless gang, yet he will remain colorful as long as their friendship continues.
In that moment, the city behind him started to blossom into a various vibrant hue. With his appearance, Ikebukuro is painted in various colors, creating unexpected moments the two will face; everyday is different, and everyday is daring. Events that are upcoming interests the two boys. Their friendship will forever paint the vast city.
Vivid, lively, exciting. His eyes sparkles golden.
"Mi―Ka―Do," the boy said with a playful smile.
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Ikebukuro is colorful. When the two meet, they paint the city with their vivid imagination, blossoming the gray into vibrancy. ―Mikado, Masaomi
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finished.
note:
this is my first time writing drrr story and i'm sorry for making it so short :c
i don't really have an OTP, so i decided to make somewhat friendship-kind-of-theme story between mikado and masaomi.
hope you enjoy
:D