TANGERINE: SKY

The temperamental warmth of the tangerine sunlight was never quite enough for Rukawa Kaede. Clad in a plain black t-shirt, he effortlessly tossed the ball through the ring, with practiced ease and feline grace, at the same old public basketball court. The anti-melancholy hours of dusk were his only comfort nowadays. Still, he finds himself occupied with denied nostalgia and thoughts of red. Removing himself from the usual blues, he entertains these thoughts grudgingly.

At least, until he sees those familiar shades of red again, approaching him at a jogging pace, as he surrenders himself to the end of another day.