One

Ryuji Sato took a deep breath. The warm spring night air felt nice on his face. He had always come to the tree when he was in need of time alone. And today had been another one of those days. It had all started as soon as Ryuji had woken up. His alarm had not yet gone off. But the shouting from downstairs had been enough. It seemed another fight between his parents and younger sister Hayami. Probably about her grades dropping or her staying out too late again.

Ryuji runs his hands up his face, Taking a moment to rub the last bit of sleep from his eyes. He felt tired still as usual, a little more so now that he had lost a half hour of sleep. Picking up his phone and turning it on the screen seemed blinding. and yet he shut off his alarm. there was no use for it now. So he begrudgingly rolls out of bed and gets up. leaving the covers a mess upon his bed. Why make it, the bed will only get made a mess again. Pulling off his shirt, he can't stand to look in the mirror. not yet. he takes up his selected outfit. Pulling on his binder it may be compressing but at least he had a silky smooth one that closely matched his skin. if not for being a bit paler. Oh well it did its job well. As he dresses The fight downstairs only seems to be getting more heated.

'At Least no dishes are getting thrown yet' was all he could think on the matter. He was never too concerned with the fights. Tying his laces Ryuji was ready to go. He wore an outfit consisting of a red shirt, Denim jeans and a heather gray hoodie. Shoving his old android into his pocket and putting his ear buds in he heads downstairs.

He narrowly avoids the kitchen without being seen picking up his wallet and carefully closing the door on his way out. Ryuji walks up to his bike. A beat up black 10 speed and hops on. not bothering with helmet. After all the small convenience store he worked at wasn't that far away. only a 5 or 10 minute ride depending on the traffic. Ryuji coasts most of the way. it was a gloomy day so not many people were out and he could take his time. It was better that way as he could barely stand to be around people. He could see what others can't.. it was a little glowing flame in someone. Their souls. He's seen many different colors.. each with their own meaning. yet his seemed different. It had no color. it seemed to be made of glass.