Heyyy so @jackietanabata requested some Choromatsu with a visually impaired reader, but of course!! The ask!! Was eaten!! At least I have it here for you, sorry ;___;
If you had to summarise Choromatsu up in one word, it would be sincere.
Your first encounter had been at the library. The local establishment was a blessing to you, as it has a number of resources a lá audio books and Braille manuscripts stocked that would otherwise be a nightmare to find. You weren’t particularly enthused by the number of textbooks or tabloids, but there were a number of stories that would take your imagination places you could only see in your mind’s eye. It was bliss.
Your trip to the library was usually bi-monthly, with today being no exception. After returning whatever it was you had borrowed out last time to the front desk, you made your way down the usual route to the second floor.
Your friend had given you reccomendations on what to read next, so you start there. Sure enough, there’s an audio book to go along with the novel. You zoned out, finding comfort in the narrarator’s voice.
You were roused from your relaxed state when a young man clad in green plaid approached you. He seemed embarrassed, his voice escalating a few octaves when you turned around to face him.
“W-well, I just so happened to hear you listening to something, and I recognised the manuscript to be from a book series I really like! It’s the one about the 15 siblings, each with their own quirk, right? It starts off as a humorus ordeal, until the quirks get less and less realistic, and it turns out the eldest was imagining the existence of them all in the first place! I cried really hard at the last chapter.” He sniffled for effect.
Ah. You had forgotten to put your headphones in.
On top of that, you had just gotten the entire story spoiled.
He didn’t take your silence too well.
“A-ah! I’m so sorry! I just spoiled the whole thing! I’m an idiot! Please forgive me…” He stumbled over his words, red faced.
You couldn’t find it in you to stay mad.
“Hey, it’s fine, it’s fine! You didn’t spoil the… whole thing! (he did.) Plus, it kinda makes me more invested in the series now, knowing there’s a huge plot twist to come!” You smiled kindly at him. “Besides, it was my fault for not plugging my headphones in.”
The relief that spread across this man’s face… was adorable. You laid a hand on the banned next to you, patting it. “Hey, why don’t you sit with me and we can listen to it together? I’d like to talk about it with someone, if that’s okay?”
“YES! YES! I WOULD LOVE TO! I-I mean, if that’s okay with you, of course.”
Since then, you and Choromatsu had met up at the library once a week. At first it was mainly about stories, but it didn’t take too long for you to talk about whatever came to mind. He was great company, and had a fair share of stuff to say that would always make you laugh.
He was a bit of a safety man, though. He’d constantly make sure you turned at the right corner, asking if you needed help with every basic action. After patiently explaining to him that you had, in fact, survived pretty well up until this point in your life without anything dreadful happening, he left you to your own devices, still vaguely wary.
At your latest hang-out session, he seemed even more nervous than when you first met. It took him a good ten minutes to muster up the courage to speak.
“Ah, so, you’re a pretty great person, y/n. You’re always really sunny, and you always help pick up my mood. You’re really patient with me, and you always have something encouraging to say…” He cleared his throat. “Y-you see, I was just w-wondering, if you’d like to spend some time with me outside the library for once..? Kindoflikeadate?” He winced, waiting for the inevitable.
He did not expect the inevitable to be you, tackling him in a bear hug, planting excited kisses all over his face.
He was extremely flustered, sure, but he certainly tried to return the favor with as much passion as you had shown him.
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