Even if you are unable to see beauty, it does exist. (1x1 with Burned)

[SecretSenpai]

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Warmth.

 

A fair face was turned up to the sun, delicate lids closed, and a pair of sunglasses in hand. While the bright light would normally be a nuisance to the average person, to the blonde student, it was wonderful. With it, the male felt like he could see. While looking into the sun would still damage his eyes, the light against his lids let him see a light tint of reddish orange, the only color he's ever really known.

 

Akio Sasaki is blind. He had come into the world so, and was going to leave it without ever having seen the light of day. Or, perhaps, sometimes that was the only thing he could see. While the male couldn't see colors, shapes, or anything else, he had slight light perception. It was a small gift that he ever so treasured, and occasionally allowed himself to take advantage of. Now, as he mentally prepared himself for another day at public school, he wanted to treat himself to another fraction of a glimpse at a world that he would never know.

 

Tilting his head back down, two digits moved to press his glasses back onto his face. That way, people didn't have to see his eyes, if he kept them open. Just at that moment, a classmate bumped into him, causing the glasses to fall somewhere before him.

 

It was frustrating, really. He didn't want to be treated exceptionally, but the ignorance and lack of courtesy was annoying. Couldn't that person have helped him, instead of walking on? And not even a word of apology. Tch.

 

In his left hand he held a white cane with a red end, which he used to pat at the ground before him, a frustrated huff pushing its way through his lips. They couldn't have gone far now.

[Noctis]

A typical day.

 

The warm breeze that brushed across his skin carried the sweet scent of cherry blossoms. The tree itself stood by itself near the entrance to the school; welcoming students everyday.

It didn't take him long to reach the school grounds on foot from his house. He paused before the entrance and glanced up as the sun's rays warmed the back of his neck. It had not been long since he has been going to this school. Since the death of his father, living in the same house in which he died was too much for his mother. Selling the house, they moved here. It was not a bad town and easy to adjust to a new way of living.

 

Students were filing in through the open doors, some pausing to catch up with their friends, overs to send that last text message before entering the class room. Perhaps it was time to head in... Shutting hazel eyes against the busy scene before him, he took a moment to breathe in the sweet perfume that surrounded the school. Such a calming smell it was. Exhaling slowly, he opened his eyes and blinked. Hearing a scuffle not far from him, his calm gaze trailed slowly over; strands of dark brown hair feathered across his eyes as they fell on the figure of a boy. The boy looked normal of course except for the fact he was patting the ground with a white cane. Blind? He blinked once more; hands in pockets. There was no doubt that the boy was. He had to admit, the boy was brave to take on public school like that seeing as most people had no respect and manners were long dead and buried under hatred and the need to feel 'cool.'

 

Tch.

 

What was he doing? He wasn't walking anywhere. Just, patting the ground. Had he dropped something? His eyes slid down to the ground and after mere seconds of searching, he saw what he knew belonged to him. A pair of glasses lay three feet away from where he was patting.

 

Turning slowly on his heel, he slipped between the flood of students trying to hurry to class before the bell. It was a surprise the glasses were not crushed beneath so many students walking by. Nearing the boy, he crouched down and curled his fingers around the glasses.

 

“I believe these are yours, right?”

 

Straightening back up, he placed a warm hand on the boy's shoulder to not startle him.

 

“I found them for you.”

[SecretSenpai]

This would surely be the most embarrassing part of his day so far. Akio hated feeling helpless. Simple things like being able to find his glasses, being able to reach down and pick something up with confidence that his fingertips would find it right away and without fail, simple things that most people took for granted were things he did not have, and it made his heart hurt.

 

"Fuckin'...where are they..." With increasingly agitated pats of his cane, the male felt his heated blood start to rush to his face.

 

However, by the mercy of some upper deity, Akio was spared more of this hopeless search. A voice he had not heard before came from beneath him. Had someone fallen? Or, rather, perhaps someone was helping him? How...pleasantly absurd.

 

I believe these are yours, right? They were simple words, really, but the kindest ones he'd heard since he'd been here. Perhaps because they were the only ones he'd been graced with. The person didn't sound mature enough to be a teacher . . . so was it a fellow classmate? He couldn't tell. Nevertheless, the lightest of pink hues swept across his nose, as he took a few moments to compose himself. He was so fucking embarrassed. Whatever. As if he cared what people thought.

 

Moreover, the hand being placed on his shoulder wasn't necessarily surprising, but the concept of the contact was entirely different. His eyelids fluttered momentarily, as if to open his eyes to see what was happening. A simple human habit, presumably. "...Yeah." With his free hand, the male reached up to touch the arm that belonged to he hand touching him, using it as a guide to make his way to the other's chest, and then other arm, to retrieve the glasses.

 

Akio had a friend, once. A tutor's daughter. He never knew what a girl really looked like, with the absence of his mother. She'd let him touch her face, as a way of showing him who he was. She was so soft and thin and feminine, it was startling. He knew that he couldn't do that to others, but he couldn't help but to wonder if perhaps softer features were factors of kindness. Perhaps this man had soft skin and a delicate jaw, and that was why he had helped him.

 

Now realizing that he had completely zoned out for a substantial amount of time, he furrowed his brow in the general direction that the other male's face would be, assumed from the height of his chest.

 

"Thanks."

[Noctis]

It was a simple act of kindness most people have forgotten the meaning to. Humans went from expressing an act of generosity; helping others to smile, survive and make it through another day has dwindled down to noses being turned up and leaving their own kind to fend for themselves without even a kind smile. It was a sickening thought but the reality was not always so pleasant as parents made it seem when the children were older. Disgusted by the lack of consideration among the student body, he slid his eyes over the boy's face, taking notice of his smooth skin and young features.

 

Yeah, he had seen this boy around school but never took the time to truly notice. His own eyes always always took in the surroundings but never the shadows of people drifting by. The path he paved for himself was narrow in a sense. Not narrow minded, but narrow enough to not get caught up in society's most tread path. He blinked his eyes and tilted his head a slight inch as he went from watching the boy's face to the moving hand up his arm and across his chest. Cynical. That is what people have labeled him. He guess they were right. In a sense, of course. Not entirely correct, though. The hand that moved down his other arm was gentle, and the fingers that grasped the glasses from his hand were also warm and soft to the touch. It took a moment to fully register it was perhaps rude to not answer the boy's word of gratitude.

 

“You're welcome,” he responded, a small smile creeping into the corner of his pale lips as the boy turned his face up to meet his. Guess it was rude to not introduce himself now, eh? “Keito,” he added after a short pause; still gazing at the boy's face. “And you..?” Odd. For such a cynical labeled person, he showed better manners than the students rushing by them.

[SecretSenpai]

Keito. Pale lips moved to the shape of another's name, although its sound remained lodged in his thought, kept inside of him like a secret. How fascinating it was, really. Sometimes Akio felt like he was alone in the world. Not due to isolation or feelings of self-pity, but rather due to the fact that he could not see people. Was that not how humans functioned? They believe in what they see, and not in what is invisible to the eye. Therefore, couldn't he believe that he was alone?

 

Of course not. But it was a nice thought, not having to deal with reality. But, he knew he was alive, for the most part. He knew who he was. And that was...

 

"Akio. I am Akio." Behind his glasses, the boy blinked his eyes in curiosity. The action was a habit typically reserved to his occasional naive curiosity, but in this occasion was a result of his cautious questioning of another human being that was interacting with him. It was strange, really. Interaction was vulnerability to him. And had not curiosity killed the cat?

 

Tch, then he seemed to be a stupid cat. But he sure as hell wasn't gonna meow for anyone.