Transcending Colors

Chapter 1: Color

BOOM!!! The explosion was massive. Everything went everywhere and it was hard to keep track of everything until it was finally over and done with. Once everything was set, nothing was left except for a fantastic drawing. A drawing done by Y/N L/N.

The explosion was actually an explosion of creativity. Y/N is a boy that has a love for anything related to art. More specifically painting and drawing. "Done," he said before finishing up his drawing.

Once done, he got up from his chair and walked away from his desk, and sat down on his bed, which quickly led to him laying down. He stretched his limbs, more specifically his legs after sitting down for a few hours doing that drawing.

Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. "Hmm?" he responded. "Yeah?"

The door opens and he sees his mom. "Hey, done drawing?" she asked him.

"Just got done," he answered. "What's up?"

"Got a call from grandpa. He wants to know if you can come over to help him out," she told him.

"I see," he responded before standing up. "What does he need help with exactly?"

"He didn't say even when I asked. He just wanted to know if you could come out and help him," she told him.

"Alright, I'll make my way over to his place," he replied while grabbing a jacket.

He throws it on as his mother says "alright, thanks."

"No problem," he replied while getting dressed. After doing so, he walked out of his room, into the hallway, and down the stairs since he lived on the second floor. He got to the front door and shouted out "I'm heading out!"

"Alright, stay safe!" his mother told him.

"I will!" he replied before walking out. Stepping out into the city of Tokyo, he walked across the sidewalk to where his grandfather lived. He has been there plenty of times and walked there plenty of times by himself plenty of times. It was muscle memory at this point and the only things he had to react to were the people on the sidewalk and the cars driving by.

On the way there, the teenager thought about what his grandfather needed. Despite the old age of his grandpa, he was plenty active and as strong as an ox, making stuff like sheds and working on his house but his old age would prevent him from doing certain things. So, he would call over Y/N to help him out with things that his younger body could handle.
As he made his walk to his uncle's place, he had to cross the road. Approaching the crosswalk (Pedestrian crossing), he hit the button to help let the crosswalk light know that he wants to cross. Figuring it would take a while, he leaned against the button. As he waited, a boy with black hair walked by and stood at the crosswalk.

"Waiting for the light?" the boy asked, looking at Y/N with his dark blue eyes.

Y/N looked at him and noticed he had these dark eyelids, most certainly due to lack of sleep. "Yeah, I am. I assume you're doing the same thing as well?" Y/N inquired.

"I am as well," he answered awkwardly.

"Alright," retorted the artist. Y/N was someone who never minds striking up a conversation with someone, even if they are a stranger. But not in this case due to the boy being so awkward. Y/N waited for the light to tell him it's ok to walk and that he can get out of this situation.

Eventually, the light changed, and both of them walked to the other side of the street. Y/N was going to split off to the left and was hoping that the boy would split off to the right. He kept walking and sensed the presence of the awkward boy with him.

He sighed but figured that he would have to only deal with this only until he got to his grandpa's place. So, the walk went as normal until he finally got to his grandpa's place. And the boy didn't leave even when Y/N was walking up to the front door of his grandfather's place.