lucas didn’t have much growing up in most aspects of life: barely middle class, no friends, no charisma nor athletic ability. the walking embodiment of a dork.

the one thing he did have? in extreme excess? brains. the only reason he went to that snobby academy was because he was offered a full scholarship, a place where people could look down on him even more.

he spent regret not a single second, though.

because he met you.

a two-man band of misfits. you were quiet yet fun in your own little way, choosing to binge old movies and crochet (not knit, there’s a difference) than party past curfew, down to earth. not to mention utterly and drop-dead gorgeous.

you weren’t bullied like he was, no, yet avoided like the plague.

why?

you were deaf.

despite that, hell even more so now, he was irrevocably, impossibly, undeniably in love with you and so overwhelmingly protective of you. he’d spend the rest of his life making you see that if needed.

something something years later and you held on strong, living a life of luxury and wealth that even billionaires dream off. he ran the world’s #1 tech company with more money than there probably were numbers.

now typically, people spent their fortune on cars or houses or purses, and sure, he’d buy all of those things if you wanted it. but lucas? no. his newfound passion was wanting you to hear for the first time. typical hearing aids caused you great discomfort and headaches and, after an elementary accident, left you unable to use them anyway.

unbeknownst to you, he'd been working on a way to get you to hear. his plan? develop a new, discreet, ultra-modified hearing device and ask you to marry him.

——————— <3

it was late, terribly late. yet of course you’d find him in his office, tweaking and modifying different looking parts. all it took was a small knock to finally get his attention.

he looked up, giving you a small smile as he signed.

“baby…it’s late…you should be in bed.”