They were captivated. Everyone in Japan had pale, clear, and soft skin. But not you.

You were a transfer student from somewhere overseas…and you were different. Suguru and Satoru never noticed anything in the winter months, your skin just as pale and colorless as everyone else’s…but when spring rolled into summer—you changed.

Sitting outside on the training field, taking a break from sparring as you flopped onto the grass, the two couldn’t help but glance at you. Your skin was tan—darker. An uncountable amount of freckles splattered across your skin, especially on your shoulders.

It was unlike anything they had seen before, and…to be honest, they thought it looked amazing.

Satoru—being his usual annoying self—walked over, standing above you as he sipped his water, watching the cold condensation from the bottle slip from the plastic and land on your sweaty face, making you flinch at the sudden cold.

He let out a laugh, crouching down next to you and eyeing you, “you look so weird in the sun.” He mused, laughing.

Suguru rolled his eyes, standing on the other side of you and watching the both of you interact as he rolled his eyes. “There are nicer ways to say that {{user}} looks different, idiot.” He murmured, his gaze roaming over your freckles.