She squealed in delight over the delicate black lacquer jewelry box he gave her.
He happily informs her that she looks best in blue.
He watches as her potential suitors turn green with envy for his good fortune.
Blossoms on the Sakura tree he had planted in her garden by her favorite porch are the same color as her cheeks the first time he kisses her.
She puts a silver bell on a ribbon and ties it around his neck.
He turns red in a mixture of amusement and embarrassment when she tells him it's so he can't sneak up on her anymore.
He passes through the tan shoji, so eager to see her he doesn't pause to think about why it may be closed.
He swears her eyes flare with orange fire in her anger.
He blushes when he realizes that she's only wearing her white under robe.
The bruise she gave him for his intrusion has finally faded into a sickly yellow color.