Chapter Text
Another one of the many appointments between the two men was a quiet walk around the park. Apparently Miguel did not mind taking Hiro by the arm. It’s not like he needed him but the simple gesture of doing it fills the Asian’s heart.
It wasn’t like taking Baymax out everywhere, which Hiro doesn’t mind but it draws more attention than he prefers.
This kind gesture also helps him getting to know Miguel on a physical sense. The Mexican’s arms are strong, his chest and back is wide. Everyday the genius learns more about him and that he loved, maybe more now that he knew or when he have a silly mental image of when hr managed to stroke his delicate skin of the darker man’s cheek with his finger. He’s missing out on so many things! Miguel is an attractive man, he have a pair of large eyes and despite having chubby cheeks, they’re formed in dimples when he smiles, and near his lips had a mole that claimed to be beautiful.
Miguel is a work of art that Hiro cannot observe with his eyes… But “The essential is invisible to the eyes.” Perhaps because being blind was not a curse as he had been thinking for ten years.
“I’m sure you do not like being here.” Miguel continued speaking as the two both sat down on a bench to rest.
“Obviously I’m not one of those who visits places, it’s not like I can go to an art museum but I’m interested in trips where I can feel things. Like a trip to an onsen or a canoe trip through the river.” Hiro explains with simplicity. It was true what he said and although he wasn’t born blind, but now the only things that mattered and can rely on were his other senses like sound, touch, and sometimes, his smell and even his sense of taste in his mouth that things left him - whether they were new or not - to try.
“I can’t believe that it only occurred to me to bring you here… you would be better somewhere else then.”
“Sometimes it’s not about the place but the people around you. Although, it isn’t always like that.”
“Why do you think it’s that way?”
“It’s almost always been like this. Take the people around you for example, they would not believe that we are trying to make an appointment, the most likely they think I’m paying you to take care of me. Or if we are dating, it’s because I’m your sugar daddy, that I know ha ha ha…” the laughter Hiro release was sad; melancholy. Sure the times people had said these things were off-handed, in the streets or behind his back, they still hurt him.
“Well, if you see it on the other hand… you could say that you are indeed blind to dating someone like me.” Miguel replied hastily. He still felt the looks of people, but his self-esteem never let him thinks clearly about their relationship. Maybe in another time and place he would be more sure of himself, but right now it isn’t what it is.
“Even if you tell me a thousand times, I still think you’re handsome. I like to touch you, you have a very nice voice, and I’m really comfortable with you more than I’ve ever been with any other person, and I really hope you appreciate this. I’m saying this because I will not be saying this again in a long time.
Miguel let out a slight laugh, his laughter was cool as the rain in summer and his hands warm as the spring. Although many aspect of the man is missing, Hiro is comfortable with the version of Miguel that he have right now, maybe not the way he sees the man but with the use of his hands. Perhaps he still needs to get to know him better.