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"I am an ugly, an ugly who knows how to love"
Every night he relives the same dream. The fast lights, the loud noises of horns, and shouts of the people who witnessed the accident in the center of the city. Then everything went dark.
After that, Hiro perceived it as the morning of his nightmare as well as the worst day of his life. The darkness clouded him as he would hear the sad voices of his family and friends, about how he survived the accident and his bone successfully healed… but his eyesight was the one thing he couldn’t recovered from that tortuous accident that he himself caused.
He fucked his life over at the age of 14.
I became blind
Suicide attempts were the order of the day. It was a burden for those he loved, at least that it was felt like for him every night he cried himself to sleep.
But he would not give up yet, not when he have so much to offer the world despite his condition. At 15 he entered the university SFIT. The skills programmed for different abilities help him graduate with honor, after all he’s still a genius even with the hardship. Being blind does not mean being denied to computers.
It’s been ten years since that accident, Hiro Hamada is now a teacher of Braille and a few programming subject, usually using a speech synthesizer provided for Baymax, which had become his property since his older brother’s marriage to their friend Honey Lemon.
But among all of the Asian-American’s achievements, it was being able to tell his brother that he was not interested in the women that invited him to meet and form a family with. Maybe it was due to his low self-esteem or the fact that he was obviously gay. Yep, blind and gay, if being a part of a minority was horrible, then being part of two is a fucking joke.
Hiro left his house every morning, starting off with the feel of cold air...although it was sunny because he felt the sun’s warmth reddening his cheeks. Today he had not wanted to take Baymax, not when he have a “blind” date. He did not want them to see that and think he’s completely useless.
He was shaking, his nerve on the edge. He could feel in the that cafeteria that people there knew his condition better than anyone, because
"You're thinking a lot of things." The voice of his brother's wife, having a Latin accent and a conciliatory voice, being pregnant was good for every woman and she favored him better.
"If you did not want to come, you would have just said to cancel everything with him." Gogo replied. Hiro listening to both of them as he lift his cup to his lips, tasting the newly-brewed coffee.
"Miguel is a great guy. I'm sure you'll love him, and I'm sure you'll be fine with him." The blonde took his hand in hers on the table, giving him a little security. Honey Lemon loves Tadashi and she wants Hiro to have a real love at all costs, as if it were all a Disney plan to see it start sad and then have a happy ending.
"I think I can do it. I'll be fine." Hiro said as he tries to hide his nervousness.
This would be his first date who is a man... maybe everything would be different than everything he experienced with the woman of his past.
Hiro is still shaking. He is sure that his friends were communicating by exchanging looks, he can hear slightly as the two women's lips collide but doesn't emit any words. The genius then felt his friends got up from the table, now knowing there's another person, probably his date. He got himself static he 'saw' him, it was the safest thing to do.
"Sorry, I'm always late." A male voice interrupted Hiro's thoughts. The stranger had a marked accent, Latin, a little more pronounced than Honey's. Maybe he had been in San Fransokyo for a short time, a dark man came to mind. It sounded racist to think about it, but he did not restraint himself because that stranger did not emit another sound.
The Asian genty try not to throw his food adn finally decided to greet his date.
"Hiro Hamada, a pleasure." He never knew what to do after that. Everything became too uncomfortable, he doesn't know whether to reach out or just sit back, but he heard a dragged back and the man asked permission for the women for sitting in front of Hiro.
"Sorry. My name is Miguel, and they did not tell me you were..." Whispered the stranger. Hiro always fixed appointments without mentioning his condition, now he's just waiting for Miguel to mention it.
"So handsome..." Different words came out from his lips. Miguel mentioned a little louder and changed his tone to clarification.
Hiro held his breath, his heart skipped a beat when he heard those words. Now he does not know what to say now.
"Pe, sorry, sa, you know... I'm a little nervous." he mentioned as he shifted in his seat.
The Japanese is not sure, but maybe he would find a way to get along with the Latino. He have a feeling that everything could be different with him.
"Can I touch your hand?" Hiro was waiting for a silly excuse or a series of questions that would surely grace him and later he would stop so as not to call him again.
"Sure." Miguel answer and manage to perceive something like the sound of a laugh.
This man is certainly the most beautiful and could not see him.