I'm not sure where she was from entirely, nor who she was. Heck, I could never be able to tell how she looked like. Of course, I'm blind. Although... I can't help but feel a sense of home by the time I hear her footsteps for the very first time. That voice... It's a soother.
Kotaro's thoughts raced through his mind as he kept his calm demeanor.
A sleeping Kotaro could be seen, a cute snore is a sound he rarely makes. But perhaps that was the impact of what had occured to him that very day... Yesterday, of course.
He snuggled onto his pillow more, not wanting to let go of the intense comfort it gives him. He could never see, but he would know just how nice, how warm it is to be in the presence of a pillow... No wait a minute... That's not a pillow.
"Darling, wake up." a small smile appeared above Kotaro.
"H-huh?"
"You've been sleeping well."
It was at that moment when Kotaro realized that his head was laying on Josée's thighs.
"Get up, dear..." Josée insisted, her voice barely above a whisper. She caressed his cute face.
"It's the weekends. But, you can't skip breakfast." she mentioned.
"O-okay! Okay. I'll get up." Kotaro quickly got up as he was guided to the bathroom.
"Are you sure you'll be fine alone?" asked the secretive Angel.
"I'll be fine, uh, Josée-san." answered Kotaro as he walks into his bathroom.
Despite being a 16 year old boy who had the disability of sight, he was the type to adapt to a situation he would usually attend to. But, that was it. Seeing what the world truly looked like from a clear perspective? Everything appeared to be monochromatic, black and white. And everyone's faces were nothing but masks with their own labels. Well, that was the world only he was able to attend alone.
The warm shower hits him as Kotaro is relaxed, grabbing to the supporting poles while he applied shampoo and conditioner. A disability shouldn't be a reason to fling away from work nor advancing. At least, that's what Kotaro's personal beliefs may say.
With a towel, Kotaro stepped out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth. As he held onto the opened door knob.
"Oh, Kotaro?" alerted Josée.
"My, here. Your clothes." she gently goes up to him with a pair of his clothes.
"I'm not sure which one you prefer. But, perhaps this will suffice?" asked Josée
"Uh, anything is fine. As long as it fits me. But, what do they look like, exactly?"
"The shirt is a pink shirt with a kitty logo, the pants are.. they're just plain black."
Kotaro tilted his head.
"D-did I do something wrong?" said in her heart, the blonde angel continued. "Maybe I'll say..."
"Ahahaha... I'm a guy, y'know. It's a first for you to try something funny on me, but I'll take it." chuckled Kotaro.
"The clothes?"
"Oh? No, no. I'll... Tell my preference, let's just head back to the wardrobe. Uh, please?"
Josée smiled and nodded, replying with a "Yes," as they both went to the dressing room.
It took some time for them to get ready for the day. The clock's hands had already pointed at 9.00 as it continued to tick every second.
The life of a Blind boy seemed to be misunderstood and covered by values of hardship and inconvenience. While that may be true, that's only the tip of the iceberg.
"Kotaro?" she called his name once more.
"I'm ready," he was seen with new worn clothes specifically selected by him. Despite the inconvenient start of the selection phase.
But one may ask, would a companion brighten a blind boy's mundane, non-existent world only he can see?
They were at the kitchen table, with breakfast already served. Josée finished cooking not long ago, making it to the table without making the food completely cold.
"T-thank you, uh... What's your name, again?" asked Kotaro as he showed his gratitude. He sat down, sipping a cup of tea.
"... Didn't he said my name a few minutes ago?"
"What's that?"
Josée recomposed herself.
"I'm... Josée." answered the angel.
"Oh... So you're not Japanese?"
"I'm... I'm French! Ah, yes."
Josée was hesitant as she tried to scroll down to her supposed biography, a magical scroll in front of her. Fortunately, she was facing a blind boy. Which makes it all quite convenient.
"... A french woman?" repeated Kotaro.
"Yes. Is this your first time meeting one?"
"Yeah, but... Your accent, it's a bit different, and ah, you're able to talk full Japanese with me."
Josée sweated, this was one of the few times she'd encountered a slip off during a mission.
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"Hmm... Nah, I shouldn't think that way. Surely, accents alone aren't enough to back up my hypothesis... In revealing who you are." he rested his muscles, as Kotaro took another sip.
Josée took a seat.
"Y-yes! I'd like to explain a few things about myself to you. If, well, if it satisfies your curiosity." stuttered Josée, thinking she had nearly blown her cover.
"I... I may not be able to see you, bu-"
Ding! Ding!
"It's Kotaro, yo. The OG. The one and only. Send a message and I'll see."
"Yo, Kotaro. Let us know if you wanna hang out! Mimi's been... I dunno, kinda worried? Meh, we'll explain once we raid yer house! Later!"
Click.
"Yamamura-kun!?" exclaimed Kotaro, as Josée's ears heard the quick voice message. It would appear Kotaro has a few friends of his own...
"Mimi? Yamamura?" repeated Josée.
"A-ah!" gasped Kotaro.
"Sorry, they were just some friends... The two of em'," adjusting himself, Kotaro was too stunned to speak of the embarrassing moment.
"I'm genuinely a little bit surprised at why she didn't mention my silly... Uh, my leave-a-message intro." whispered Kotaro, in his heart.
"What about them, Kotaro?" asked Josée.
"They're coming over to hang out, that's... They're my main source of keeping my sanity from going away." his face facing down to the table.
"Ever since my parents were gone, I've been living quite lonely. I know Mimi-chan and Yama-kun are here for me, but... I can't help but feel a sense of longing." explained Kotaro.
"What may that be?" asked the clueless angel.
"... Nevermind." Kotaro shook his head as he finished his cup of tea.
"Longing... A desire for something... Or someone." whispered the angel in her heart.
"What does it mean to be longed?" asked Josée, once again.
"How does it feel to be longed?"
To be continued.
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The Blindfølded's Angel♡
Romance"I wish I could see you." When it felt like the world was against his apparent existence, the blind boy, Kotaro finds himself hearing a lullaby from his household's balcony. An angelic voice appeared before his ears, a motherly sight to behold, a mo...
