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Katsuki, who's eyes blazed with a hunger to be the best, the top, to be perfect. Who's eyes only softened as a vestige after dying in the image of the boy he's been trying to chase for years. After achieving his ambition.
Eijirou, who bathed himself in synthetic reds until thar colour reflected brighter in the tilt of his eyes, the blush on his cheeks, the words out of his mouth. Until he had enough red spilling out of him to give to others.
Enji, (hear me out), who burned brighter than anyone in his leauge, but let those flames block out everyone but a man who did not know him. Flames that darkened and fanned out with the wind at the top, lowering to let him see what he'd caused to get there.
Keigo, who's ambition did not belong to him. Wings strengthened by strangers and utilised as weapons. Who's ambition was stolen by him by a force he couldn't control just when he'd finally started to claim it as his own. A man who could not have ambition for himself because if you come from filth, the only red you'll find is blood.