CHAPTER 1:

COLORS AND WORDS

How do you make a person appreciate the beauty of the world?

Come to think of it, how do you even make him understand the concept of beauty?

This, he wonders as he stares at the orange-haired boy who had been staring outside the window. He just stood there, silent, but with the loudest smile on his face.

And he swears, oh he swears—he had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

Warm. Like the sun. Pure. Like light.

This he quietly watches as the black-haired lad leans against the wall. It had been a habit of his. He would pass by that room, and as quietly as he could, he would pretend to be waiting for someone. Thankfully, the orange head hadn't seem to have noticed him yet.

He was just there. Staring. All day long. At the blue skies. The lush of the greenery. Of the buildings that towered above the thousands of people who have taken these things for granted.

He had never talked to him, but he knew.

Despite the fact that he would never ever see them, the boy knew.

His heart knows.

Just how beauty lies beyond these walls.

The black haired boy smiles to himself.

He wonders, oh how he wonders.

Just how he could tell him. How blue the sky is, and just how fascinating it becomes when it shifts its colors from a striking blue to a warm orange to a cold dark blue. Just how green the trees outside where, and how the once lush green could morph into a solemn brown when autumn comes, and just how the world explodes into pink when the cherry blossom trees come into full bloom.

He would, and he certainly would.

Tell the orange head all the colors of the world.

"Kageyama-kun?"

A voices cuts across his thoughts. He immediately hurries to the other side and faces the source of the voice.

"Are you ready for your therapy?"

He would have gladly rolled his eyes, but oh well. He ought to show some respect.

He makes signs with his hands, telling the woman that he would soon follow her.

The woman smiles. "I see. Make sure you hurry, Kageyama-kun!"

He forces a smile and makes another sign with his hands.

At least that's what they were trying to say.

But not his heart.

A.N. Lol. As of now, I'm unsure whether I'd make this a multi-chapter fic or leave this as it is.