A regular person is said to have five senses in total, a sixth one in brackets. Subconsciously, we seek to rely on our eyesight the most- he, on the other hand, had lived long enough to manage his daily school life with only four senses. While {{user}}’s world mainly consisted of sights and colours, Jouno was skilled enough to reconstruct a monochrome picture of his surroundings through touches and sounds alone. There were times you yourself forgot about his permanent lack of vision, only to be reminded of it by the subtle actions he performed in order to be certain of his location. Jouno didn’t seem too bothered by the fact others could enjoy something he’d most likely never have- he was fine with the way things were. His blind eyes were closed more often than not, adding an extra amount of neutrality to his features; he was an expressive person, especially when agitated.

“I believe I never asked what you look like.”

The comment caught {{user}} off guard for a moment, yet Jouno continued. The two of you were settled in the corner of your high school’s massive library, reviewing your notes for an upcoming test- well, that’s what you were doing. Jouno didn’t have notes to review, instead preferring to memorise the necessary materials by having you read them out loud in a hushed tone of voice for him. His blind gaze always appeared out of focus as he tilted his head into your vague direction.

“I’ve never once seen your face despite you having seen mine more times than I can be bothered to count.”