The world seemed oddly bland today, as if it had surrounded it's color scheme with the shades that Atsu was made from. Black and white and varied versions of the mix.

Off-white-grey clouds litter the now cold, white sky, the sun has run away from earth taking a needed warmth in its leave. Tree's are crippled and the black, rotten wood is hollowed out, grey-pink mushroom take over the sides as browning grass is scavenged by rabbits far too skinny and deer much to desperate for some form of food for their young. The animals are more dull then he remembers, but he doesn't try hard enough to recall what they had looked like, it's best he not linger on pointless things. Everything will disappear eventually, anyway.

Words echo in his head in a distant matter, and everything feels like it's underwater, as if he was dr—

The teacher blabbered in the background, reminding them of a group project that was due, or whatever it was that he was declaring, Atsu wasn't paying enough attention to grasp. He'll figure it out when he gets home. Where he can numb everything out and stuff his ears with cotton and scratch until he bleeds-- home is where the heart is,-- until he suffocates to death in a way of his own design.

But for now he will remain uninterested in everything. He will ignore the cracks and the stinging in his eyes, he will ignore the still small voice in his dreary head.

Everything is so boring, not even the sun is willing to peak out of its hiding place for entertainment, it wants to hide. To sleep-- mother said to be home by late noon, that I'd need to help with something.

It's all so stodgy, so numb. Which was odd considering the fact Okuda was supposed to have poison experiments today. That today was supposed to be exciting to be interesting, but to him it all seemed boring, mind-numbingly so. Like it would all shut down and everything would climb into a blanket of dirt and earth to fall to an end.

He licked his lips, the cool air nipped at his tongue. His saliva chilling his teeth, and copper stuck to the roof of his mouth, like acid. He coughed into his hand softly, pennies filled his ears and nose, red and hot, like caramel, but more acerb, bitter. His hand is besmirched wine red. His eyes are bloodshot and wide, glossy with blackness that overtakes him.

Everything was at a standstill, his mother would refer to it as a stalemate if she heard about it, if she still asked what he did at school. If she still read him bedtime stories and he still let out a small smile to please her despite not feeling up to it.

It all seems so... Bland. Colorless and mundane. Atsu sighs so quietly that Okuda doesn't hear and Karma only glances for a single moment. Atsu hair blankets his eyes to a point he may close them if getting wishes, his hair is the night, dark and black pulling him to dream. And he does, the endless blabbering of students lulling him to a kind of slumber— he'd actually gotten sleep the night before, he couldn't remember what the dream was about. He could only remembering red and gold dots dancing in his blurry eyes, the taste of salt in his mouth, and deaf mumbles in his ears.

Black shrouds in his coal eyes, blotches of nothing swirl in his loose vision and the clouds hide the sun further, completely encapsulating the icy blue sky in its deathly pale grasp.

Korosensei stops teaching and all the students follow his beady black eyes to the sleeping boy in the back of the class, Atsu. The boy is staring off into nothing, he does not blink, he just stares-- is he sleeping with his eyes open?-- at the blinding white-grey light from the open window. His mouth is a line and his black orbs are hazed over with fog and water. With salt and fire. With ice and sleep. They go back to ignoring him. The teacher is talking.

The deep blue is endless.
Wind whispers secrets in his broken mind as the ocean drags at his swollen feet and sand crawls between his cold toes. Her laugh echoes through his pounding head, ricocheting off the infinite nothing, they splash water at his rock and it falls into the sea.
And then she's—

He stops his spaced-out intuition, he chokes on spit from surprise at the emptiness that greets him.

His eyes are wide, confusion emitting from his being to the silver, metallic... Blob... On his desk. Atsu had used liquid metal before, he didn't recall it bearing beedy eyes and an opening with teeth. He sighs. All sighs of life dissolves from his eyes and he is a vacant soul once more, eyes waning until nothing is left.

The alien teacher watches the process with dismay, he knows something is wrong, something he cannot fix despite the ever growing urge to help. The feeling grows like a cancer in his gut. He can see the car spinning out of control and the bottle splintering as rage and fear and sadness uncontrollably burst out.

There is nothing there, he would wonder if he had snoozed through an entire day of class again, but the clock read 12:02, it was lunch. Where is everyone? No sound filled the air, the endless chatter from earlier disappearing from his mind and into the nothing it truly is. Into bubbles in water.

"Ah Atsu, you might wanna head down, the class is already going to assembly," Korosensei orders.

"Sure." He croaks. His feet avoid school bags as he steps out into the warm noon weather, his dark eyes scramble across wildlife until he makes it down the mountain.

The main campus is always so pristine, it glows white. The forest is an earthy brown and yellow in comparison, Atsu takes note of this stepping into the auditorium, the cement door creaks as he pushes on the silver knob, the man with snow tinted hair stops talking from his bent position on the wooden stage, his voice stops, it cuts off his words.

"I got lost," Atsu says, breaking many confused looks and airid stares. This was true, the bridge was broken and he'd wandered off, it lost him five minutes, but the flower he'd found was worth it, Kanashi would be—

He got it for him, it caught his interest. Not for anyone else, because he doesn't care about anyone, not himself, not his sister. He puts his palm in his trouser pockets and crushes the gold and purple flower in his grip. Crumpled petals slip between his fingers like sand. He bites his lip until he can taste metal, his eyes dull until they are stones wheathered by a constant stream of water.

He does not care, he doesn't.

"Well then young man, get in your classes line," The old man continues staring, not voicing a syllable as the monochrome boys' feet patter lightly against the hardwood floor.

Too light.

His footsteps are walking on air, on a crossdementional time loop that doesn't make sense in any way.

Atsu hums, walking across, the teens murmur around him, eyes staring judgmentally at the boy who dare show up late to a school assembly. He stops at the end of the auditorium, of course he's in E-class. What a loser, even the rest of his class managed to show up on time.

Karasuma looks at him, dark furrowed eyebrows linking the teacher to confusion. Irina stares as well, blue eyes wide at the emotionless boy that stands at the end of his classes row-- I thought for sure he would have skipped-- the normal vacant look he always seemed to carry still in his eyes. His classmates sweatdrop at the boys nonchalant behavior toward everything.

The rest of the school stares in awe and wonder.

The principal watches through a camera, a smirk on his face as his lavender eyes narrow down until they close, it is a shame he had to make that one leave the main campus, he was perfect, truly. He is responsible, quiet, naturally intelligent, and from what Asano Gakuho can tell, emotionally disconnected. The son get never had, truly, it's a shame.

To think his parents are who they are, it truly is a shame.

Atsu watches the world from a distance, from a spyglass in the deep despair of nothing.

M is for monotonous;

Home is where the heart is

But I am heartless

And so I am homeless

And my lungs are crippled

I wish for when everything was simple

And how I love the feeling,

Of everything fleeting

Like a moth to a flame

This will all end with only myself to blame

But that doesn't matter, because until then it's all the same.