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Class

"Natsu?" I asked meekly, and the air around him made a sound as his head jerked towards me. Or at least I think that's what happened. He made a small hmm noise, indicating he had heard me.

"What do you look like?" His pace stopped and I did the same. Crap! I did something wrong! She started to walk again and his pace was slower. He pulled my up a bit so I was side by side with him.

"That's gonna be hard, but OK. Well first of I have salmon hair. Don't ever call it pink, OK? A lot of people do it just to annoy me," I nodded, though it did seem a bit odd to have pi- salmon hair. Did he dye it? Maybe one day I'll ask him. He continued, "I leave it messy most of the time. My eyes are pretty dark, but sometimes I swear I can see green in them. I have slightly tanned skin, and well, yeah. Did that help?" he asked. I now had a constructed image of what he looked like in my mind. I imagined him holding my hand, his dark eyes glistening in the sunlight. Was it even sunny outside?

"Yes, t-thank you," I answered, my voice becoming a bit more confident, yet it was still near silent. "W-what class are we going to?" I questioned, nervousness lacing through my voice.

"We have math class first, after that you have english for two periods," he explained, his voice remained stable, as he stopped. I did the same. "We're here," he explained. My heart rate increased and my breath became unsteady. What are they gonna think of me? What if they think it's weird that I'm holding his hand? He seemed to notice this. "Hey," he said his voice smooth as silk, "Calm down, it'll be fine," he grabbed my other hand, stealing my attention. "Everyone in this school might be dorks, but their cool," he explained, his voice getting higher as he spoke the second part. Caring? Joking? Can't tell. "Let's go inside," he offered letting go of one of my hands. I heard the creaking of the door disrupt a sentence of a deep male voice. The door slammed behind us, and Natsu stopped moving. The small shifting of chairs and whispers and giggles scared me a bit. What are they thinking about me? I inhaled sharply. Don't think like that. I listened in to the deep male voice of what I assumed to be the teacher adress us.

"Ah, I see you have come late. Natsu, I expect better from you. And who might your friend be?" he asked, and in my imagination I could see him raising an eyebrow. I inhaled another breath as my stomach felt like it was going to turn to mush. Then Natsu answered,

"I'm sure you've been told of Lucy's situation; I am her escort," he explained. There was a silence in which I could imagine he was either shocked or sorry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize, there are two seats in the back for you two," I felt the air around us shift a bit. Maybe he was pointing to the back. My hand was suddenly jerked forward, causing me to almost trip, but my foot quickly caught myself, and stumbled along with him. In the background, the teacher continued talking, while Natsu helped me into a chair and the seat next to me shuffled around.

I wonder, what does this classroom look like? What does it look like outside? Are there even any windows? How are the desks arranged? Is there a whiteboard or a chalkboard? I listened in for the teacher as he began listing of words and the pop sound of a lip coming of something followed.

Dry Erase Marker? Then the subtle squeaks of what I assumed to be a marker pressing against the smooth whiteboard. Yup, a whiteboard. What does our teacher look like? What's his name? His deep and he seemed focused. Maybe in his late 40s. What color hair would he have? Black? Maybe white hairs? My ear caught idle conversations that refused to stop once the teacher began talking.

"Who is she?"

"Why is she hanging out with him?"

"What's her situation?" All the voices were high. Female, probably. They seemed to come from the right side of the room. The teacher's voice was obviously louder, but I couldn't stop myself from listening in to their ongoing talk. What are you doing?! Focus on class! My head jerked back to the board as my teacher read out the first problem.

"If f(x) = 3/x+24 what is the domain restriction?" he asked. My mind thought back to the hours I spend with Dad on Algebra. There was something about Domain Restriction. But I can't remember it. Think! You need to catch up with everyone! My memories were flooded and disturbed by the outside conversations. No! Focus! But my enhanced hearing didn't really help. Eventually a name that I had never heard was called and answered. I couldn't focus. I was to conscious of myself. I wanted to scream out the answers to everyone's questions. But I can't. For some odd reason, humans decided to create these things called social rules. And those rules dictate which actions of mine were correct and socially acceptable. And yelling out to everyone in the class that I was blind is definitely not socially acceptable.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt a warm presence on my hand. I flinched at the sudden feeling, letting out a small, "Meep!" that I hoped no one heard. The warmth was coming from a hand was now resting on my right hand. Then a voice spoke in a whisper,

"Calm down." Natsu. I looked in his direction, my brain picturing him, smiling warmly. I returned it, something about him just seemed to send a happy aura. Then the sound of a bell rang out, the immediate shuffling of seats and loud chatter following. Natsu's hand remained on mind as he pulled me up from the seat. "If you need help in your classes, I can get you caught up," he offered. I shot glances around the blank area that I saw. Then I looked where I imagined him to be. He was smiling again, his eyes closed and all of his teeth showing. For some reason his canines appeared sharp in the image. But something about that just seemed to pull me towards yes. So I meekly nodded.

"Great! Now let's we need to wait a bit before we can go out into the halls again?" he explained and I nodded after. The teacher wrote something the change in the movement of air indicated he had handed it to Natsu. Then silence. A long silence. It felt so awkward, and I just wanted to break it. I wanted to be comfortable. I wanted to laugh. Then he asked me something,

"How does it feel?" my head shot up sending him a small, "Hmm?" as an answer.

"How does it feel to be blind?" he repeated with more clarification. I took in a breath. How can I explain it?

"Well, umm, a lot of people seem to think it's just dark, but it's not," I explained, my voice cracking occasionally.

"Then what color is it?" he asked. How do I put it to words?

"Well, it's not really any color. Think about it like how when you're looking at something, you can't see what's behind you. Well what's behind you is not really a color, it's just not there. That's what it is," I explained. Then silence. I wanna talk more. So I did, "But to me it's like a dream. And each time you tell me something or a hear something a piece of the dream gets filled in for me. Like how now I know what you look like. Now whenever you say something, I imagine what you described."

(A/N: YaY! Fluff! Thank you guys for all the positive words and feedback, it really means a lot to me, so I decided to give you this chapter as thanks! It means the world that you like my story, especially since I'm wasn't that confident about it, but now all I want to do is write it. So thanks! Hope your day is going awesome and if it's not, hope I could make it better, you amazing people! Thanks again! BOIII! XD )