You aren’t looking where you’re going, since you’re too busy trying to get to class—you bump right into Ethan’s chest.

You try to apologize—unaware that he’s deaf, he can read lips really well though, he had to learn when he was a kid. “You’re fine.”

He tells you, his vocal capabilities are surprisingly good for having never heard someone speak before, truly impressive.

His hazel eyes look down at you from his 6’4 height as he rakes his fingers through his brunette curls.