Red
Naoto knew that there were many shades of red. He saw them everyday, whether they be called crimson, sanguine, ruby, or just plain red. The differences were subtle at first, but with time, one saw each type for it's own unique qualities.
Shiori's clothing was red on occasion. She wore a subdued red; a color that complimented whatever else she was wearing at the time, but also stood out on it's own. It had its own intrinsic value, but overall just served to assist and support. It wasn't too bright or too dark; it had the perfect balance.
Shiori's hair was also red, but it was a different shade from her clothing. It was darker, and more vibrant. It marked her as someone special, apart from the norm. It was almost as if it were a beacon, which drew admiring gazes from anyone who looked – including himself.
Her eyes were red as well. Most of the time, they were a subdued, soft red, like the color that a candle takes on – warm and comforting. There were other times, however, where that changed.
He remembered all too well; his lips covering hers, her arms wrapped around his neck, hands tangled in silky tresses, and her eyes, smoldering with the intensity of an inferno, locked with his own…
He shook his head, trying to escape his trance. Zoning out like that couldn't have been a good habit. Sighing, he tried to push red out of his mind.
For now, anyway.