born into a world of infinite colors, xoán experienced a kaleidoscopic whirlwind of vibrant hues from the moment of his initial awareness of himself and the universe; however, when he endeavored to explain his mythical reality to adults, they spurned him, not wanting to listen to his endless nattering and completely ignoring the implications of his assessment. their attention proved riveted by the conflict raging between the mundane and true pairs. no one bothered to focus on the wailing of the unlucky few that dared to defy the panic induced haze of the wartime chaos. xoán never bothered to bemoan the circumstances that resulted in his birth, not realizing that his adopted parents foisted him onto the shoulders of an apparent widow and vanished into the night, and in his childhood ignorance, he sustained a blissful obliviousness that slowly shattered into minuscule pieces.

yet within the confines of his quaint hometown, time appeared to crawl forward, marked by significant moments that fostered lasting impressions upon the youth. xoán recalled the jeering of his classmates, who treated him with the insidious disdain of his supposed siblings, and he remembered the bruises that graced his petite frame, stretched unattractively across pallid flesh and mimicking the sickly hues that spewed from the mouths of his teachers. the burning sensation of eyes upon his body haunted his dreams while his reality teetered between soul crushing isolation and malevolent affection. occasionally, xoán dreamed of fleeing from his reality, though he resignedly admitted to his lack of practical survival skills.

therefore, he compromised with himself, hunting through the town until he stumbled upon the perfect sanctuary. the wooden house was abandoned, forgotten and discarded like himself, so xoán claimed the rustic adobe with undisguised relish. his gleeful laughter spilled from his lips while he began investigating his newfound hideout; however, his foolish dream fractured before his eyes with the arrival of a stranger. the other exclaimed about the pleasant warmth of the crumbling structure and appeared genuinely interested in the little hovel. threatened by the stranger’s presence and terrified of potential repercussions, xoán lashed out, hissing in defiance and refusing to relinquish his claim upon his conquest, and unfortunately, his misdirected anger caused him to miss the subtle clues that explained the cheerful carelessness that exuded from the other. the defect, however, calmed the rapid palpitations of his heart and allowed him the leeway to lower his defenses, greeting the other with stilted words and lingering regret.

and luckily, their lackluster greeting did not characterize their relationship, which blossomed into a magnificent flower. they rarely separated from each other, clinging to one another with a startling desperation. neither reveled in the prospect of being alone and relied upon the other to smooth their frayed edges, though xoán never extended an invitation for kouki to venture into his house. kouki treated him with nonpareil kindness, insisting that xoán be granted a bed in his house and erupting into tears whenever his departure dawned upon them, yet xoán continued to believe that he was trapped within a dream that his brain conjured to counteract the effects of his father’s harsh hand. he constantly reminded himself that he deserved to be disciplined and that his family loved him regardless of their spiteful remarks.

unfortunately, their seemingly idyllic lifestyle ended with the fire that ravaged kouki’s house, killing his mother and inadvertently revealing the other’s status as a true pair member, and with his mind splintering and his heart breaking, the townspeople separated them. the resulting backlash caused his official ostracization from everyone. they turned him into a living, breathing pariah and attacked him with words, fists, and lies whilst hinting toward the supposed death of his only friend. xoán struggled to tune out their malicious whispering, preferring the physical injuries over the mental attacks; however, in the end, he fled, running away from the oppressive, patronizing people that resided in the disturbingly gorgeous town. he would never be able to articulate the specifics of his voyage, as he appeared to vanish from one town and arrive on the isle in a heartbeat. aimless and hopeful, he staggered through the streets until he spotted a flower shop, which he stumbled into and collapsed upon greeting his fighter.

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