As Far As the Eye Can See

(A/N: You can read this preview if you want but I'll warn you that it makes it SOUND WAY ANGSTIER THAN IT ACTUALLY IS! LMAO!!! I guess my dramatic ass was just in a mood while writing this. The actually story is hella fluffy with some crack)

He was told from a young age not to show flesh because flesh invites knife. He was told his eyesight was a burden he must bear alone, they couldn't fix it even if they wanted to. And thus he must never let it show, because even if he did no one else would care. Everyone is fighting tooth and claw in this city simply for the right to survive, you cannot afford to care about the struggles of others and others cannot afford to make time for yours. If you attempt to carry the weight of the world you will collapse. One boy's problems are hardly anyone's concern. Stop whining and start moving.
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He's not hiding it now. Why should he, he doesn't need to anymore. He has protection from the port mafia. The thing is, he just can't fathom that it would matter to anyone besides himself. It doesn't bother him, he's used to it. But at night when he's alone, staring up at the pitch black ceiling imaging he can see things in the dark he thinks to himself that some help would be nice.

He knows his cries would go unheard, and that it's best if they do so he isn't labelled as weak, easy pickings. Mori has been kind to him but he will surely cut the boy loose if he were to realise his defect. And he cannot afford to lose this protection, this position of power over others.

That's why it's a good thing that no one will care, that no one will pay him any mind. Especially not his hot headed ginger partner who wants nothing more than for him just to fuck off and die. Why would he possibly care at all?