Black – Hibari Kyouya– 115 words
Her black hair fluttered in the wind, sakura petals landing ever so gently in it. There was a silence surrounding the both of them: just the sound of rustling leaves, but it was nice—peaceful. The silence was not unwanted. Hibari could feel the wind blowing through his ink-colored hair as well, giving it an even messier, tousled look. She sat in between his legs, her back against his chest, and her head on his shoulder. He softly ran his fingers through her hair, loving the silky feeling of the charcoal locks. He thought back to when she had died her hair red: he made her dye it back black. She looked better with it.