"Maya, I said I had poor eyesight, not that I was blind."
By the way the spirit medium was "guiding" him, any passerby would've inferred that Miles Edgeworth was, indeed, blind.
Maya was alerting her boyfriend of every little crack in the tiles or step or whatnot that he may have missed. He didn't miss any of them.
"Yeah, but Miles," Maya said, in a voice somewhat akin to a whine, "I don't want you getting hurt!" She grinned, just barely close enough to Miles for him to see it. "And until we get your new pair, you're just going to have to deal with me leading you around!"
While it's true that Miles didn't even try to stop the sigh that escaped his lips, he couldn't stop himself from smiling at the spirit medium's antics.
After all, it was her fault that both his regular pair of glasses were broken - as well as his spare.
It was an accident, both times. He knew it; he wasn't angry with her in the least.
The first time, she'd stepped on them. Which, granted, could make the whole situation his fault in the first place, as it was his fault alone that the glasses were on the floor; though Miles chose to defend himself in the sense that - Maya had no reason to be in his study. Therefore, had she not gone into the study in the first place, the glasses would never have been crushed in the first place.
The second time was, admittedly, her fault and hers alone.
Maya had brought a stack of papers home, paperwork she's agreed to file and finish for Nick and Apollo. A stack of which not only contained papers, but files and books and binders and towered well over the medium while she carried them. And, with the humongous tower in front of her obstructing her view, she really couldn't see anything ahead of her.
However, she could feel the table in front of her, and as she dropped the stack, she could hear the faintly familiar crunch of glass and a metal frame underneath the glasses.
The only thing Miles was able to do was order a new pair - and he and Maya would have to pick them up at the closest mall.
Maya decided to take it upon herself to be his sort of "guide", as obviously he was far too incapable to walk anywhere on his own.
He could see a whole three feet in front of himself, thank you very much.
But Maya insisted that he let her drag - ahem, show - him around, at least until he "got his eyesight back".
In reality, Miles was convinced that this was just one of Maya's excuses to drag him around holding his hand and sneak kisses when he was off guard - "I have to stay really close to you, or else you're not going to be able to see me!".
Not that he really had a problem with that.
In fact, he was almost going to miss the closeness Maya insisted on keeping with Miles without his glasses.
As if Maya was actually going to stop being his "guide" after he got his glasses back.
As if.
AN
hello to yet another short unbeta'd
Imagine Your OTP oneshot ft mitsumayo
I can't stop writing for these two.
I won't stop writing for these two.
You can't stop me.
original prompt:
Imagine if Person A wore glasses/contacts and had really bad eyesight. Then one day, something happens to their glasses/contacts, either they get broken or get lost, so Person B keeps having to get up close for Person A to see them. Bonus if the close proximity lets them sneak in wee kisses.