Everything is white.
White is all there is. Is there no other color?
It hurts looking at one color for so long.
Seeing another color would be nice.
It's better than looking at white.
But not red.
I hate the color red.
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There was a boy that had short, dark lavender hair with a stubborn piece of hair that sticks up no matter what he did with it, and he had dark lavender eyes. He had light brown skin. He wore a white tank top with baggy jeans. That was paired with a grey jacket, and the sleeves were tattered at the edges. Lastly, he had white converse with grey soles, and the shoes were really dirty.
Dark lavender eyes stared up at the large and grand building, his expression filled with awe and uncertainty.
He could hardly believe that an ordinary student like him was attending such a prestigious school. He didn't believe he had a talent, but he was here anyway.
What were the chances?
The boy took out the letter again as if he needed to read it again.
Touma Kyoshi
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Danganronpa: Hope of the Damned
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