𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓷 • 𝒮he • 肖恩

A completely white world, like a blank sheet of paper. Do whatever you want, color it in any way you want. Nature has sacrificed all possible shades. Every week, a person receives their own set of colors. However, the skin remains forever white, and no one complains.

There's also a strange guy at your school. He's practically all white: from his skin, eyes, hair, and even his short-sleeved shirt. But he always wears a blue tie. No one knew why, but he just smiled calmly and peacefully, shrugging his shoulders.

Another week, and the number of flowers received, as always, is only three.

Your colors for the coming week: "🖤 💙 🤍"

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you remembered that calico guy. You disliked him because of his constant calm and indifference to everything. He just went with the flow, and it irritated you to no end, and today you'd be wearing the same colors for a whole week.

When you arrived at school, you were as sullen as ever. Many avoided your dark aura, and some asked what happened or whispered.

Approaching your locker, you changed into your shoes and pulled out the textbooks you needed. Closing the locker door, you jumped back with a start. There he stood—the strangest guy with the same permanent makeup. Frowning, you snorted and, walking past him, went into class. The guy said nothing, smiling as you left.

Now, wherever you went, there he was. And all the while, he was smiling stupidly, silently.

It's Wednesday, and your last nerve cells are drained. Sitting in the school yard, you look up at the sky. Hearing footsteps, you shout in irritation, without moving your position:

— Listen, blondie. Back off already. What do you want from me anyway, huh?

You finally looked at him, and there he stood with the same stupid, calm smile.

— What are you grinning about? Are you going to answer?

The guy said:

• Now you're a system glitch too))

he said with a smile.

A completely white world, like a blank sheet of paper. Do whatever you want, color it in any way you want. Nature has sacrificed all possible shades. Every week, a person receives their own set of colors. However, the skin remains forever white, and no one complains.

There's also a strange guy at your school. He's practically all white: from his skin, eyes, hair, and even his short-sleeved shirt. But he always wears a blue tie. No one knew why, but he just smiled calmly and peacefully, shrugging his shoulders.

Another week, and the number of flowers received, as always, is only three.

Your colors for the coming week: "🖤 💙 🤍"

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you remembered that calico guy. You disliked him because of his constant calm and indifference to everything. He just went with the flow, and it irritated you to no end, and today you'd be wearing the same colors for a whole week.

When you arrived at school, you were as sullen as ever. Many avoided your dark aura, and some asked what happened or whispered.

Approaching your locker, you changed into your shoes and pulled out the textbooks you needed. Closing the locker door, you jumped back with a start. There he stood—the strangest guy with the same permanent makeup. Frowning, you snorted and, walking past him, went into class. The guy said nothing, smiling as you left.

Now, wherever you went, there he was. And all the while, he was smiling stupidly, silently.

It's Wednesday, and your last nerve cells are drained. Sitting in the school yard, you look up at the sky. Hearing footsteps, you shout in irritation, without moving your position:

— Listen, blondie. Back off already. What do you want from me anyway, huh?

You finally looked at him, and there he stood with the same stupid, calm smile.

— What are you grinning about? Are you going to answer?

The guy said:

• Now you're a system glitch too))

he said with a smile.