𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 | 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐤.

☐ | ᵉʸᵉˢ

나는 당신을 볼 수 있습니다, Kusuo.

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A month of preparation felt like a simple flick of a finger once Kusuo stared at the page of his sketchbook. His usual unfazed reaction was seemingly stuck on the sheet as he allowed himself to indulge into his own work before submitting it to his teacher tomorrow.

The afternoon blossomed into a lovely hue of pink, some leaves of the Sakura tree decorating the once undisturbed pavements of the P.K. Academy. He still wants to show this to one particular person; the individual that he solemnly believes he would want to surrender his self with in all aspects of his life.

He would be lying to his whole being if he said that the (h/c)-nette, which he's currently laying his eyes on, was not breathtaking to him. It was as if everything around her acknowledged her presence, showering her with praises through adorning her hair with the soft petals of the cherry blossom tree without her noticing it at all. Her sitting posture by the wooden bench looked surreal to him due to it embarking the qualities of a finely-made painting.

In Kusuo's eyes, she was the best artwork that the universe has ever made.

He paused his walking just a couple of steps in front of (Y/N). The sound of the heels of his shoes meeting with the cemented ground snapped her out of her small slumber, a giddy beam immediately taking over her lips upon immediately recognizing who it was that approached her.

"Ah, I guess you're done with your class' project already? Come on! Let me see it!"

The boy gripped on the sketchbook that he was holding, observing the (h/c)-nette's minuet movements as she repeatedly patted the space on the bench beside her in search of a certain object before clutching into it once she has successfully felt it against her fingers.

Just by noting this event made the young male fell into deep thinking. He has never seen (Y/N) directly look at him in the eye and as selfish as it sounds, he longs for her to do so. He wants to get lost in the abyssal universe that her (e/c) irises offer while he counts the infinite number of stars twinkling on it in complete serenity.

The sound of a little thump grabbed him away from the mental stroll that he had, his sight dropping to the ground where he was welcomed with a view of her white cane tapping on it. She shakily stood up as her right hand almost slipped from the seat's arm since she used it to support herself in standing up.

(Y/N)'s steps were particularly careful and slow, considering that the school renewed the design of their landscape once again. She does not really need the aid of her cane if she memorizes the path that she gets to pass through, however, due to the sudden change of the academy's design in accordance to the season, she needs to start from square one and familiarize the way.

Kusuo extended his arm for her to take and, miraculously enough, (Y/N) sensed his hand that was reaching out for her. She gingerly wrapped her fingers into his before the boy gently guided her walking towards him.

As he felt her skin grazing against his, he was immediately pushed back into a certain memory lane. He could still remember how much he despised this defenseless young lady back when they were kids.

Her condition was somewhat a challenge for him; something that he considers as a new discovery for him to try and change, knowing that he was gifted with abilities that no other individual was fortunate enough to receive. He merely saw her as another subject to test upon, like a hamster rolling desperately on its ball as he tries to fix its broken sight.