My Heart, to Yours
one.
"So, remind me why we're in the same class as well," Len says mockingly and I sigh.
"You should just shut the trap of yours or I'll do it for you." I retort and he chuckles.
"Well aren't you something else," Len laughs and I hear him shifting and the conversation ends.
Its bad luck and I know it. Not only did I have to promise to buy Len something to eat after school for bringing me to the classroom, the teacher even decided that placing me next to this banana maniac was a good idea. I sigh and bury my head in my hands.
I try to listen to what the teacher says and I can only catch some words. Whoever said that losing one of your senses can improve another was probably high on drugs or something. I see no difference other than the fact that I can't see. "Please turn to your textbook page thirty-four and answer question three." The teacher says and I feel for my book. My fingers travel across the bumps of the Braille attached by Luka last week. I finally found the one for 'History' and flip three pages. "Len read the question for me," I say softly and he sighs.
"The question is, 'Why did Miku have such a big circle on her face?'." He says and I felt something wet pressed onto my face.
"Kagamine Len!" I shout and I touched my face, coming into contact with something cool and sticky. "What did you just do to my face?"
"Nothing, I only just beautified it for you." He laughs harshly and the teacher stops his mumbling of words and I hear him shifting.
"Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Principal's office. NOW!" He bellows.
Len stops laughing and mutters something unintelligent under his breath. I hear the dragging of his chair and him standing up.
"Len, bring me." I say and the laughter emits from the class. I shift uncomfortably and feel the blood rushing to my face. Being laughed at by Len is one matter but being laughed at by them is worse. I don't want to be ridiculed by people who I can't even see.
Len takes my hand into his and holds it, "Hey you morons! Only I'm able to laugh at her, you guys don't even qualify at all!"
He takes a step and leads me out of the door. Our hands still entwine together.
two.
"So what happened?" A voice – probably the principal – asks and I stand straight.
"Len was drawing my face during class, all I did was asked him kindly to stop and I see no reason why I should be here in the first place. I'm just a innocent blind student who wants to study hard so I can go to a nice job when I grow up." I say and Len scoffs.
"Wow, just write that on your biography next year, you'll get a job real quick." Len teases and I snap my head in the direction of his voice.
"You wanna go?" I hiss, and he laughs again.
The principal clears his throat and then says, "Explain your point of view, Len."
"Well, Miku just accidentally fall onto my brush and her face just move on its own and that's how the circle was formed."
"That's a lie and you know it," I protest.
"So this was all that happened?" The principal says, "I thought there would be a more funnier back story like how Len and you went to the rooftop and decided to have sexual intercourses-"
"Not a good place to use the word intercourse," Len interrupts.
"As I was saying, while you guys were doing 'it' you accidentally got your face full of the ink, but seeing how this is not the problem, I'll just let you off."
"What? Just like that?" I blurt.
"Yeah, considering how it's just friendly banter between you two, there's no reason for me to punish you. Besides, you're Luka's patient."
"Wait. How do you know Luka?"
"I'm her boyfriend." He says and laughs affectionately.
"What? Luka never told me!" My mind flashes back to the eggplant bastard she was talking about the pieces fit together, "You're the eggplant pervert!"
"What eggplant pervert?" He says and Len cackles.
"I told you she was special," Len says.
"Indeed she is."
"Okay so what do you want from me?" I ask Len as we walk towards the bridge – if it's the bridge, I won't know but I calculated the distance from school to the point here and still though I can't say that my math is always right – "food or books or maybe even a condom, I'll buy them to repay you, but seriously not a condom, the shop attendant might think you have some sort of weird fetish for blind girls and that's something you don't want to experience."
"Oh shut up Hatsune," He says, "What I want is just a time of your day."
"Time?" I question and raise my eyebrows even though I can't see. "Why time?"
"I want to go on a date with you, to Disneyland."