Tadashi Hamada x blind! reader
I walked into the lucky cat cafe and sat in a random booth, thinking of a new blueprints for the project. I finally glanced up from my empty blueprints to lock eyes with… I forget [her/his/their] name.
“Oh, uh… I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware that someone else was sitting here… unless you don’t mind me being here?” [she/he/they] let out a small laugh.
“ I don’t mind… You’re Tadashi Hamada, right?”
“ Yes, um, I know this is a bad thing to ask, but--” I waved a hand in front of [her/his/their] face.. “ Are you blind?” I grabbed my pencil as I looked at [her/him/them]. “ You’re… um… (y/n)? Right?”
“ Yes, i’m blind and that is my name, though no one ever bothers to learn it.”
“ Do you go to SFIT?”
“ No, I go to San fransokyo institute of Music. “ My head shot up in surprise.
“ Do you play something?” (y/n) shrugged [her/his/their] shoulders
“ I sing and I play the piano, but it’s been difficult since… the accident.”
“ Uh, I know we don’t really know each other, but I want to design something… For you.” (y/n) gave me a surprised look. “ We’re supposed to design something new, and I haven’t really had any ideas lately. So would it be ok if I designed something for you?” (y/n) was silent for a few moments before [she/he/they] answered.
“ I mean if you really want to… “ I smiled, not that [she/he/they] could see.
“ Alright, I'm going to need to measure your face, is that ok?”
“ Yeah, go ahead, Tadashi.” (y/n) said, moving [her/his/their] hair out of the way.
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“ So you play the piano?” (y/n) perked up at my voice. I guess I startled [her/him/them]. (y/n)’s cute…
“ Um, yes… But i’m kinda rusty.” I grabbed [her/his/their] hands and led [her/him/them] to the piano.
“ Do you… Think you could play? I’d love to hear it.” (y/n) slowly made [her/his/their] way onto the seat and set [her/his/their] fingers onto the keys of the piano.
I stared wide eyed at (y/n) as [she/he/they] finally finished playing. It was amazing. The room roared in applause, I’m pretty positive I was the loudest.
“ That was you being rusty? That was amazing.” (y/n) reached a hand out, I quickly grabbed [her/his/their] hands, leading [her/him/them] back to [her/his/their] seat.
“ It’s too bad nobody will ever take me serious.” I was finally almost finished. “ What are you doing?” I looked up from the glasses I was fiddling with in my hands.
“ Oh, i’m almost done with the invention, just a second...And...Done! Okay, since this is just a test, so there’s a definite possibility that it won’t work. “I leaned across the table to slip the glasses over [her/his/their] eyes. I sat back in my seat, “ So...How is it?”
“ I still can’t see, but I can kinda...Sense everything. Like, I know where everything is. Tadashi, why did you do this? I’m grateful, truly, I am, but...Why?”
“ I remember you coming in all the time...Before. I knew you looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, it’s nice to see your face again.” (y/n) reached across to grab my face. “ What are you doing?” Without a word or any warning what so ever, [she/he/they] pressed [her/his/their] lips to mine.
“ It’s nice to finally do that without bonking heads.”