「 blue | takada kenta 」

「 monotone 」

He heard his fellow students whisper. They all looked at him as he walked down the hallway, his books in hand. They all whispered about him, talked about him, stared at him.

Did he care? No.

TAKADA KENTA knew what they were talking about. All of them were wondering why he would never talk, why he always dozed off and drew in his sketch pad. He knew so many people were intrigued by him, that a lot of them wondered what went on in his head.

People were always so predictable, but their futures were not.

No one knew what could happen in their future but they hope that something good will happen. With Kenta, however, he knew what was going to happen with in their futures - he knew was was going to happen to people he doesn't even know.

And he hated it. He hated it so much to the point he wished that he never existed, where he could just disappear.

"Kenta! Pay attention!", the teacher slammed her desk, startling him from his daydream. Kenta bowed his head, apologizing to the woman who dyed her grey hairs. The teacher sighed, shaking her head. "Class is dismissed everyone. But Mr. Takada, I would like to talk to you"
Everyone 'oohs' as they picked up their books, walking out of the lecture hall slowly in hopes of hearing what the teacher was going to scold him about.

"Go on now! Nothing to see here!", she shooed them away, closing the door behind her. "Now Kenta, why do you always doze off? You are an extremely smart student and you have every right to be in this class that is so advance, but why do you never pay attention?"
Kenta shrugged again, pushing up his glasses that were sliding down his nose.

"And why don't you talk? Do you not know how to speak Korean still?"

Kenta shook his head, waving his hands in front of him and placed his finger over his lips as he takes his sketch pad out of his bag along with a pen. The pen glided smoothly against the white sheet, flipping the filled book and showed it to her.

'I know Korean, I'm not stupid'

"Then why don't you talk?"

'Because I don't want to'

"What were you doing in class while I was teaching?"

'I was drawing. What's so wrong with that when this is an Art History class?'

"Can I see what you were drawing, Kenta?"

Kenta shook his head quickly before grabbing his books and rushed out of the classroom.
She would be terrified about her future. But it's not like she'd believe me anyways

"Kenta, what did the teacher talk to you? about", JIN LONGGUO asked him. Kenta looked both directions, making sure no one could hear him before he leaned in, his voice low.
"She wanted to know what I was drawing", he whispered quietly.
"You had another vision?"

Kenta nodded grimly, taking out his sketch book. He flipped to the page he drew in class and showed his best friend his newest drawing.

"It isn't as bad as the other ones. It could be worse", Longguo sighed, closing the book and handed it back to his friend. Kenta pursed his lips together, putting his book back into his bag before resting his head into his hands.
"But she's going to die because she got into a car accident", Kenta responded with a dry throat, almost completely silent. "Her husband is going to be devastated"

"But it's just a vision, Kenta. It might not even happen", Longguo tried to comfort his friend, but he knew it was a lie. He knew better, he knew the powers Kenta possessed, but he wanted to help him.
"When am I ever wrong, Longguo? I am a reaper and I know when they'll die", Kenta sighed, his eyes hollow with the terrifying things he had seen from the past years.
"I'm one too! Except I collect them and send them away...but you're still not alone", the other smiled weakly, scratching the back of his head once he realized that his attempts at comforting were a failure.