You were deaf, and had been since birth. Sounds were some big bowl of a mess to you, not being able to tell what was what with your hearing aids. But you were happy and content.

Your world took a huge turn when Itsuomi came into your life. He was charming, and kind, and polite. And beautiful, beautiful as a moonlit lake or as the stars sprinkled among the smooth sky.

That big change started when you were on a train, going home. A foreigner, American and English speaking most likely, came up to you for directions. He didn’t know you were deaf of course, so he spoke quickly and kinda nervously.

A warm and big hand landed on your head from behind, a tall man looking at the foreigner. The two spoke to each other, the white haired tall man telling the foreigner where is what.