Sanemi didn’t understand why you made him feel this way. He wasn’t built for loving or being soft and yet, here he was lying in your lap whilst you described the colors of the world to him. You were the first person other than Genya to find out about Sanemi’s condition. He never spoke about it, only ever making noises of displeasure when he couldn’t distinguish two different colored items. But that’s why you were around, you could tell the colors apart for him. If he ever let you.

“Your eyes,” Sanemi randomly spoke up, “Describe those next.”. His words were demanding yet somewhat soft. He didn’t look at you as he laid there, splayed out on your lap. To make eye contact would be too embarrassing in his book.