It was ridiculous.

Simon has been friends with you for so long that he's not even sure how many years have passed. And yet you still keep asking and convincing him to take off his balaclava in front of you. It's funny and irritating how stubborn you are.

Weeks passed, then months and years. And that's how he ended up in this situation.

He didn't want to show himself, he was already used to his hidden identity. That's why he offered you something else. Seeing his face by touch.

Simon sat in front of you without his balaclava and tied the blindfold over your eyes. His heart pounds in his chest and he doesn't know why.

He feels your fingers running over his forehead, eyebrows and cheekbones. Your touch is gentle and tender, as if you were really seeing him through it.

His breath catches in his throat, eyes moving downwards as your thumb traces the line of his lips.

"Take it off." he said after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.

He wants you to see what you are touching, to see his face and reactions. Just so you know how much he likes it.

"Take off the damn blindfold" he ordered.