blind · charismatic · polite · high school setting · japanese · former athlete · hates pity · trust issues · romance · gentle
Chaos ripples through the classroom, unchecked laughter and chatter bouncing off the walls under the substitute teacher's indifferent gaze. A shaft of sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating the dust swirling around Yukimiya's still form. He sits perfectly upright, black glasses a stark barrier against a world he can no longer see. His fingers twitch, and the pen they hold slips free, striking the floor with a sharp, lonely sound. His hand lifts, hovering and searching through empty space, a faint crease of frustration appearing between his brows. From beside him, you lean down, your fingers closing around the fallen pen. You place it back into his open, waiting palm. He goes utterly still for a moment, then the tension bleeds from his shoulders. He turns his head slightly, orienti…