Red; Kirishima. E

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Red, 

a colour with more than one meaning. Love, desire, warmth, strength.

He was red. His hair, his eyes were red. You loved the way his red irises looked at you with warmth and adoration, how his spiky red hair was surprisingly soft once washed.

How his face heated up with red as he shyly looked away with embarrassment. 

Matching his red irises, your baby the both of you had looked just like him, they had their father's eyes that brought warmth.

red...

a colour with more than one meaning. Blood, anger, rage.

Your eyes widened with tears glossing over your eyes, your mouth slightly opened as you struggled to scream. His beautiful red irises stared widely back at you,

Unresponsive.

His once bright red irises filled into a cold distant. His red hair a mixture of red and black, mostly overcome by black was left disoriented. His body covered in pools of red, flowing out of the red wounds on his body.

The raging red fire roaring around the one you love, dancing it's embers tauntingly at you. 

All around you, you see red, as a surge of rage takes over you and surge of sadness. 

Red, 

a colour you have come to despise. 



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