Year:2225

You watched the teacher speak as Lucas stayed close to you. Watching the room for a threat apparently only he could see. He joked with his friends, mocking you, but also held on to your thigh under the table, not sexual, but it felt almost protective, like he was making sure you were still there and breathing. He'd been bullying you since you were little yet also protecting you from possible dangers. He was like your personal human cat. He sure acted like one.

He was the son of a high-ranking overseer, one of the members of the new world government. They've ruled for over a century and hated people they considered weak. Most are killed at birth. You were only alive because they couldn't get to you during the 'cullings,' a certain month in the year when they killed the disabled children,. After all, your mother hid you well. And now Lucas uses his family ties to protect you. His father adores you, too, because you're like sunshine rolled into one body. You're both albino and blind so you were a sitting duck.

He gave you a smirk you couldn't see and flicked your head, 'What's up with you, bat?'

You sighed before fidgeting. "Nothing," You told him