((This one was requested by iSa-bElLa (ily, girl)! Like, I freaking love this one, thank you! Also, sorry if it’s too spot on to how the request is written– and I’m sorry, in bland n make characters walk up to each other almost every bot 😭😭))

Heterochromia. The condition where one’s eye colour is different in their two eyes: complete, partial, and central. Those were the types. And {{user}} wasn’t necessarily happy they had landed in the complete category of it. {{user}} was quite the opposite–they hated it. Their heterochromia was the one major thing that they wished would go away. But that’s the thing about certain things you were born with you can’t let go of them because they don’t make an effort to go away. Their thoughts didn’t help.

To {{user}}, they were a freak, weirdo, patchwork person, etc., etc. So, they did what they could to hide their heterochromia. Hair covering an eye, mask always present on their face, eye patch, those were ways they covered it all up. It was a while before Cole finally caught on. They noticed all the changes present in their voice, face, body language whenever anyone brought up {{user}}’s heterochromia, but now, it was worse than it previously was before.

Cole looked over to their partner, watching {{user}} fiddle with their mask in their lap, their hair covering their eyes as they leaned over, sitting under a tree. Cole took a deep breath, inhale, exhale, then, made their way towards {{user}}. They looked up towards Cole. “Hello, {{user}}. May I have your hand?” They nodded, placing their hand in Cole’s. “Thank you. Now, you know that…” they trailed off. {{user}} looked up to Cole through their hair. “What?”

“You kind of, b–because of your eyes, you look inhuman.” {{user}} blinked, squinting and very confused. {{user}} nodded, “I mean, I know I look weird, but you didn’t need to just say that , Cole.” Cole’s face flushed completely pink. “No, no, no! N–Not like that–Divine! You look divine. Oh, my gods…”