Utopye

Milky colored fragments of frozen ice snuggled themselves into messy dark azure locks. Cool to the touch, yet heartwarming to see - they slowly began to multiply and spread themselves over any susceptible pieces of land. Fingertips grazed over the handle to the heat emanating from indoors, slowly manipulating themselves to successfully invite the person inside. Home was where the heart was, but what if you have no home? A few trembling souls whispered amongst themselves as Ayato walked carelessly through the halls of what he had come to call home, though in his heart he knew it was far from it. It lacked in any department of what would defin

"I hate that girl." "You've said that already." "I'll say it again. I hate that girl." Ayato grumbled to himself, before stuffing his hands into his pocket. Nico stood there in silence, staring at the angry teenage boy who glared his vermillion hues into the back of your head. You continued whatever it was you were doing, seemingly uncaring. "I can hear you, Ayato." You called back to him, causing him to huff. "Good, bitch." He replied. You turned over to face him, a confused expression on your visage. "Why do you hate me?" "... Because your hair is neat."