Colorless Emotions

Chaper 1

"Ew! You're such a freak! Witches can't read emotions! Get away from us, you alien!" yelled the popular kids, pointing at the obvious outcast standing just a couple feet away. The highschool kids were never a fan of people who stand out and that was always a cliché most wouldn't believe is true. That being one of the hardships of life at school. Rude words always affect everyone and the hurt boy, the main character of our story, is in no way an exception.

The accused boy lowered his head silently, letting a couple tears drop to the ground. His reaction surprised the kids in the wrong way, leading to the child being sent to one of the teachers at the school, who was also his adoptive father, Shouta Aizawa. "Hitoshi Shinsou," the teenager flinched at the oppressing tone in his dad's voice. "What did you do this time?" The purple-haired male clenched his tired eyes shut for a fast moment before looking the tall man straight in the eye, "I didn't do anything wrong." "Are you still believing in that emotion thing? Shinsou, look, I love you, but if you want to become a successfull healing witch, you need to stop acting so delusional." Aizawa's intention was obviously good, the execution he attempted sadly failed pitifully. 

The meeting came to an end with a voicing of his hurt from Shinsou and another attempt of protest from Aizawa before the younger stormed out of the room, dejected. Discussions similar to this one were common between the two, all of them concluding the same way. The father struggled to understand his son the best he could. He had tried asking about the situation and investigating, but something in the back of his brain wouldn't let him believe the other's words. After all, how could a man believe his son who'd confessed to seeing the feelings and being able to sense the aura one gives off? That is impossible to do without a spell or any witchery involved. No one in the world of supernaturals has ever heard of similar advantages. No matter how accurate his son's words are, he couldn't change common knowledge. Shouta has decided to write it off as a phase for the moment, but he still feared it'll grow worse in the future.

On the other hand, Shinsou's life was torture. He was a loner ever since he finished kindergarten, when the whole problem started. He had gotten used to being the weirdo faster than he'd expected. The children have always been rough and brutal when it came to a freak like him. It was a stereotypical life, it's like it was made for him specifically and the fateful last day of kindergarten was the starter pack. He was woken up by his dad, who had been pretty shaken up at the given moment thanks to Hisashi screaming his head off about their time running out. Then, Hitoshi opened his eyes to red, colour of anger and annoyance. He was surprised, as his room was anything but that vibrant tone. He had ignored it at the moment, it seeming not as important. What did shock him even more, was the revelation that once his father left the room, all colour was drained. His brain didn't even cause a flinch at the realization, classifying it as a normal occurance. 

The first time the kid mentioned his visions was at the end of the kindergarten festival, where he saw one of the most perfect views in his life. He looked out from a balcony-like space on a nearby hill, down at the large crowd, who were still busy enjoying the specialties, then he gaped. Most of the colours he'd seen that day were mostly lonesome. Mostly yellow acting as happy. But up on that hill, he was convinced he had experienced true magic he has never been shown before. His view was filled with a rainbow of colours. Greens, blues, purples, pinks. But the one that stood out most was yellow. He swore that day, yellow had officially become his favourite colour. "Look, dad! It's magic!" he exclaimed joyfully. His dad looked down on him and his colour turned pink, affection, or more accurately, love.