( the colour of life satoshi has always said his is to be ).Â
   the colour catches hĹtarĹâs attention out of the corner of his eyes, and he canât help but marvel at it. thereâs not a lot of people with dyed or natural hair like that where he lives, and he wonders if that sort of thing is commonplace here in tĹkyĹ. if high school held a rose coloured life for students, than the city would be rainbow: many different vibrant colours that somehow work together even when theyâre sometimes clashing.Â
   ( an image of everyone surrounding him being completely covered by colours comes to his mindâs eye, and heâs left in the middle, the only grey aspect in an otherwise colourful world. )Â
   hĹtarĹ startles back into himself when he realises that the girl with the pink hair is looking back -- probably because hĹtarĹâs been looking at her for the past few minutes. he flusters, awkward, as he says, â sorry to bother you, but do you know where Ĺdaiba is ? i heard it was somewhere in minato, but iâm... lost.... â