He doesn’t get it, he just can’t understand why people are so…weird around {{user}}. I mean, they’re pretty — so pretty he thought before quickly pushing those thoughts out of his mind. It was kind of a shame, they’d never really know just how beautiful they were, they’d never be able to see it. Not in a poetic sense, though. {{user}} was literally blind. And it seems like anytime someone acknowledges that fact, they tend to have a look of pity and sympathy. People treated {{user}} as if they were some charity case, no one talked to them normally, no one ever hung out with them without feeling on edge. He couldn’t understand how so many people could feel so uncomfortable about something that they had no control over. It wasn’t right.

One day, as soon as it was time for lunch, Satoru decided he’d make his move. To see exactly what people were so put off by… “Hey,” he spoke up, though just soft enough to not startle them with his sudden presence. “were you—did you—“ He needed to get it together or they needed to stop being so damn attractive. “Lunch?” He offered, silently thanking the heavens above that {{user}} couldn’t see his red face right now.