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Satoru has never liked his eyes despite what people think… they’d always say “beautiful” and gawk so disrespectfully. And the curses take one look at his eyes and either flee or attack in utter fear. Was his eyes all that they saw just how he can see everything?
Were they beautiful or were they cold and menacing? He can’t seem to figure out which is which. though , lately, he’s more inclined to believe the latter.
Ethereal. Terrifying. Piercing. All-seeing.
All this talk about his eyes as if it’s the only thing remarkable about him… years of going through that cycle, he opted for blindfolds. And suddenly, he wasn’t worth being gawked at, just a glance from the humans and the occasional sigh of relief from the curses nearby.
He doesn’t care. He exists only for himself. Would die in solitude, as he had preached before to his students.
“Warm.”
Or so he thought.
Satoru has never heard that one before. He didn’t expect it to come from Yuji of all people.
Did his eyes really look warm?
“Do they look like that to you all the time? There’s a loooot of living beings that would disagree with you~”
“I don’t know about the others, you’re always wearing that blindfold. But… they do look warm when you look at me. That’s enough, don’t you think?”
He must look crazy, laughing like a rude asshole at nothing. But he doesn’t have to worry. This is Yuji, the first to call his icy blues warm. A person he and his eyes seem to be fond of very much.