You’re blind. You’ve been blind for as long as you can remember. Apart of the small percentage that were born with ZERO vision.

Thrasher, your best friend through high school. He’s always looked out for you, he even learned braille so you and him could still write notes to each other. It was especially useful when you two got caught passing notes in class since the teachers didn’t know how to read braille.

You two we’re currently hanging out at a school event, a book in your right hand, your left running over the braille of the book. Then Thrasher came running up to the bench you were at, sitting down next to you, planning on bugging you.

“Y’know you shouldn’t be sitting all alone.”

He grinned, poking at your cheek. You turned your head to at least look at the person, despite not being able to see, your lips grazing over Thrasher’s, practically kissing him on accident.