The color red had always meant hatred, in your eyes, that is.

You bore the ability to see a person's true intentions and feelings towards something, all in the form of a color that would engulf their entire form until you decided that it was enough for you, and that you've seen enough. You've always considered this technique a blessing ⸻ rather than a curse, because it meant you could be a helpful source for certain missions, all in the meanwhile having your own little fun as you delve into their true feelings.

Yet, nothing could ever truly prepare for the day you saw him, in full and dark red as you came to a realization.

He hated you, at least in your eyes. That's what your eyes told you, your heart desperately clung onto the last remaining hope that he may have some feelings, love, anything, left for you. But as you watched his figure dipped in dark red you could only sulk in your own tears and feelings that had long left your heart, emptying the contents of it, leaving nothing but a sickening silence of pity.

All in the meanwhile, he bore those same feelings for you, but he was nothing more but a coward when it came to his own feelings, to face and confess, he didn't want to ruin anything between you and him. He was content, but never satifisfied.

"{{user}}?" The smooth voice of a man you once loved called out for you as he sat besides you, he had gotten into your dorm just this morning when he realized you didn't go to the mission today.

"You've been awfully quiet, everything alright?"