His shoulder collided with something hard, knocking Aoba back a pace before he could recognize what had happened. Heâd been so wrapped up in the message that had popped up on his coil that he hadnât seen it coming.
"Shit, sorry about that-" The apology came quickly as he looked up, recognizing his obstacle as another person - Some kind of high school kid by the looks of his uniform.
"Ah-!"
There. It was as if a spark of inspiration had hit him at the sight of the stranger he'd bumped into. At first glance you'd think he had somewhat short hair, but the movement had caused the hidden hair to become visible. Such vibrant colors, what amazing shades of blue! Some he'd only seen on canvas, mixed together with other colors.
"You... Did you style your hair?" The awe in his voice could be heard clearly as he reached a hand forward with the intent to touch the stranger's hair.
