I arrived at his school the next day, determined to uncover the secret of his magnificent pink hair. As I wandered through the halls, searching for any sign of him, I couldn't help but notice how different this place was compared to my previous school. The people were adorned with colorful hair, and there was an air of happiness and expression that I had been missing in my life.
Finally, I spotted him across the courtyard, sitting with a group of friends with equally colorful hair. I hesitated for a moment, considering my approach. Should I go straight to him and demand answers, or should I try to strike up a conversation and get to know his friends first? I decided on the latter, realizing that building a rapport might yield better results.
Taking a deep breath, I mustered up my courage and walked over to join their conversation. "Hey there!" I greeted them with a peace sign. "Mind if I join you guys?"
They glanced at me, slightly taken aback by my sudden appearance. The guy with the pink hair looked surprised but quickly went emotionless. "Sure, have a seat," a guy with a sick mohawk replied, motioning to an empty spot next to him.
As the conversation flowed, I learned more about him. His name was Saiki, and he had an obsession with coffee jelly and being left alone. It turned out that he was quiet and had been emotionally disconnected since the beginning of school.
I couldn't help but be captivated by his friends' stories about and his genuine hatred for self-expression. His friends' laughter and happiness was infectious, and I found myself getting caught up in the excitement of it all. It wasn't just about replicating his hair; it was about embracing my own creativity and discovering new paths with a new set of friends.
After spending the day with Saiki and his friends, I realized that my initial obsession with his hair had transformed into something much deeper. It wasn't just about the color; it was about the individuality that his hair represented.
