Green

Lee hadn't always liked green.

When he was younger, if you asked him which colour was his favourite, he would have said blue, or red, or any other hue he fancied at the time. But he never answered green.

When he met Gai-sensei, he still hadn't liked green. But he liked his sensei, and he wanted to be like him one day. It made sense that if he did every thing Gai-sensei did, he could easily follow in his footsteps. Then his role-model had presented him with that jumpsuit. Lee had wrinkled his nose at the colour—why couldn't it be blue, or red, or any other hue?—but hadn't hesitated to don it immediately.

Lee wore those jumpsuits every day, without fail. He liked the way they made him feel: strong, agile, youthful! But he still didn't like green. Fortunately, he didn't have to look at himself in the viridescent suit, and so it didn't really bother him.

One day, he met Sakura.

A glimpse across the room, and he was smitten.
That beautiful smile! Those shining locks! That musical laugh!

Those breathtaking eyes.

From that day forward, green was Lee's favourite colour.