(I did what I could gonna knock out meow)
The bus jostled forward after it picked up the remainder of passengers and parted from the stop rejoin the flows of traffic. Among the headcount were generic, borderline identically white collar businessmen and women, newspapers and phones practically glued to their hands displaying how poorly the one yen coin was doing. There were also your average folk, average trade workers, average children... in general, the layout was quite, surprisingly enough, average. Save for one denizen on this voyage for however many stops he needed to traverse. This boy was anything but nondescript. It wasn't that he looked out of the ordinary. In fact, he was a member of the Japanese teenage populace whose hair was somehow
naturally different from the norm, kinda like the stuff you only find in manga or with trope-bound anime characters. But this is real life, so genes was obviously to blame here rather than a narrow cerulean palette.