Zan3u

After the loss of his father, Caesar Tiu finds himself retreating into a world of silence. Once a confident top student, he now walks through life as a shadow of who he used to be—detached, indifferent, and unwilling to let anyone in. That is until he meets Blythe, a girl with platinum blonde hair and eyes as bright as the sky. Unlike him, she is bold, outspoken, and completely unafraid to challenge his quiet world.

What starts as an unexpected friendship slowly turns into something deeper. Through Blythe, Caesar rediscovers laughter, trust, and the warmth of human connection. But emotions are never simple, and when an unexpected rumor threatens to break their fragile bond, Caesar is forced to confront feelings he never intended to acknowledge. Meanwhile, Zach, the arrogant boy he once disliked, slowly becomes an unexpected ally, proving that even the most unlikely friendships can hold meaning.

Blue is a heartfelt story of love, loss, and healing—of a boy learning to face his past and a girl who teaches him that even in the loneliest moments, there is always a shade of blue waiting to be seen.

Blue:What the Sky Remembers

The shift was subtle, but Caesar could feel it.

It was in the way people looked at him a second longer than before. The way conversations seemed to pause slightly when he walked into a room. The way his name—previously unknown, unremarkable—had started to spread.

He hadn't done anything special. Or at least, he didn't think so.

Maybe it was the way he had unintentionally drawn attention—his sharp, quiet presence mistaken for mystery, his intelligence mistaken for something intimidating. Maybe it was the way he had been seen more often with Blythe, who already had a presence of her own.

Or maybe people had just decided it was time to notice him.

Caesar wasn't sure if he liked it.

The attention wasn't bad. If anything, it was neutral. People weren't bothering him, at least not directly. But there was an undeniable shift in the way they treated him.

He caught it in the way Zach watched him sometimes, like he was waiting for Caesar to say something about it.

"You good, man?" Zach finally asked one afternoon, leaning back against his chair.

Caesar looked up from his book. "Yeah. Why?"

Zach raised an eyebrow. "You sure? People have been talking about you a lot lately."

Caesar adjusted his glasses. "I know."

Zach studied him. "And? You don't care?"

Caesar thought about it. Then, after a moment, he said, "Not really."

Zach smirked. "Classic. Bet if I told you the whole school thought you were secretly a prince from another country, you'd just blink at me."

Caesar gave him a flat look. "That's stupid."

Zach laughed. "Yeah, but they'd probably believe it. You've got that whole 'mysterious, untouchable' thing going on."

Caesar didn't reply. He just turned back to his book.

Zach watched him for a second longer before shrugging. "Well, just let me know if it starts bothering you. I can start rumors that you secretly eat crayons or something. Ruin the whole vibe."

Caesar exhaled sharply through his nose—his version of an amused reaction.

But even as they joked, Caesar couldn't shake the feeling that something was shifting.

The next time he walked into class, he caught a group of students glancing at him before whispering among themselves.

He ignored it. He was used to keeping to himself.

But then, during lunch, someone actually approached him.

He looked up. A girl he vaguely recognized stood in front of him, smiling.

Caesar adjusted his glasses. "…Yeah?"

"I heard you're good at literature," she said. "Could you help me with this assignment?"

It wasn't an unusual request, but the way she said it—light, interested—made something click in his mind.

This wasn't just about the assignment.

Before, no one would have approached him like this. Before, no one had really noticed him like this.

Caesar hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Sure."

The girl smiled brighter. "Great! Thanks!"

She sat down, pulling out her notebook. As she started talking about the assignment, Caesar caught movement in the corner of his eye.

She was across the cafeteria, chatting with a friend. But for a brief moment, their eyes met.

She didn't look surprised. Or annoyed. Just… thoughtful.

Then she smiled at him before turning back to her conversation.

Caesar wasn't sure why, but something about it made his chest feel tight.

After school, Blythe walked beside him as usual.

"You're making friends," she said casually.

He adjusted his glasses. "…Is it?"

Blythe hummed. "People are finally seeing what I see."

Caesar didn't know what to say to that.

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