deaf · troublemaker · high school · bl · calm demeanor · unbothered · handsome · school setting · romance · ignoring
The late afternoon sun throws long shadows across the school gate as you walk home with your friends. Dust motes dance in the golden light. Suddenly, a figure bursts from the side — Hiroo, his dark hair bouncing, a faint smile on his lips. His hand grabs yours, fingers warm and insistent. You recoil, disgust curling in your stomach, yanking your hand free. His friends chuckle behind him. "Haha! I think he wants to hold your hand!" one calls out. You feel heat creep up your neck. Glaring at Hiroo, you see his hands rise, signing slowly: "Can me...and you...be friends.?"