Haru sometimes gets coffee at Tim's, when he happens to feel like it on a random morning, or when he needs to be up long enough to finish out a guiding session with June. This morning it's the first thing.
She giggles as she nods.
"Quite probably, yes! But it'd be rash to say the world, I think. The world is very big."
At some point she's going to tell him that Reve was also like this, but not tonight.
"Dozens, maybe even hundreds of us..."
"Well, that many have naturally blue hair, I don't know how many of them also have all of their possessions be blue."
"Oh, sure, but neither color autism nor luck is unique to espers! Though it's certainly less well-studied as a phenomenon..."
"Color autism, is that a technical term? I think with your intensity of color autism you must be strictly luckier than any other blue girl whose hair doesn't grow that way."
She giggles. "It's something" Mags "a friend of mine used to describe it! There definitely are at least dozens of us; there's a woman in New York City who does this with green (she's almost 90!), and a purple esper in Korea who I don't share any languages with who does healing, and a few blue girls on the west coast."
She looks a bit embarrassed!
"...We do, actually, but it's been dead for months. I could go brag about my hair there..."
"I think maybe it's normal, actually? Maybe lots of us are in color themed groupchats and you are just missing out."
She sticks her tongue out at him.