In a world where your hair color revealed your strongest emotion, Huening Kai’s was blue. Always blue. It was a striking color that suited him, but it didn’t make the truth any less heavy—he was sad. Always feeling ‘blue.’

He had blue hair for as long as he could remember. While others’ hair changed with their shifting emotions—flashes of red for anger, bursts of yellow for happiness, green for disgust, purple for anxiety, and brown for balance—his stayed stubbornly the same. It was like he was born to be sad.

People with brown hair were considered lucky; they felt everything equally. But the rarest change of all? Love. Love wasn’t a full-color shift. It was something delicate and unique. Whatever color your hair already was, a few soft pink or magenta strands would appear, weaving through the base hue like a secret only your heart could reveal.

Huening Kai had never seen pink in his hair. Not once. And as far as he could tell, he probably never would.