silenttium:
The uneasiness that follows after is almost palpable and Shouko brings her phone to her chest, hazel eyes trailing down to the floor in fear of seeing how her companion would react to her disability. While it is rare for people to respond in an unpleasant manner to her hearing impairment nowadays, images of her middle school days still flash viciously in her mind every time she feels the need to reveal her lack of hearing.
A certain movement from Ryuji catches her attention and she musters up the courage to lift her gaze back at him again. She finds him tapping away on his phone, a gleam of unexpected enthusiasm flooding his features. There doesn’t seem to be a touch of malice in his expression and for a moment, a wave of relief overcomes the butterflies in Shouko’s stomach.
She suddenly jolts in fear as her body instinctively tenses up the second the boy shows her his phone.
Oh.
She blinks at the text written on the screen that appears to be cracked (which goes to show the possibility of the other having clumsy fingers). After a second or two, a reassured smile graces her lips and all worries of being picked on are sent flying out the window. She starts tapping on her phone again in response:
❝That’s all right. Perhaps I just need ibuprofen. The nurse must have it in their cabinet somewhere.❞
“Ibuperfer-what?”
Ryuji studies the words on the screen, trying to mouth the letters. Pretending he knows exactly what Shouko means, he gives a thumbs up, and begins hammering at his phone.
[no p! u just sit there]
[Ill go grab it 4 u]
[guess its time 2 start my medical career xD]
He stands up and gives a trusting nod.
What the eff am I even looking for...?
He stands and and moves towards a non-descript cabinet against the nearby wall. Looking over his shoulder (since it feels like it’s against the rules to fish around a chemical cabinet), the youth gingerly opens the doors.
“UUuuuuuuhhhhhhH...”
Bottles upon bottles stared back at him, all with confusing labels and 35 letter names.
Iboferin.... Ipofebin... Ibofeorn....?
Ryuji begins sifting through them all, glass clinking as his shoulders rise and fall. He pauses briefly and turns back to the girl. He considers asking to see the phone again, but his stubbornness takes over. He gives another thumbs up, attempting to hide the quiet panic of looking like a fool.
Well, there’s a solution for this.
Ryuji reaches forward, scooping several bottles in his arms, and transports them over to the bed. He gives a forced smirk, and drops all the vials on the bed next to her. He immediately brings up his phone.
[2 dark 2 read the labels back there]
[gotta b one here yea?]
[and if the nurse comes back,,, cheese it]
