Once he went to his school for the blind, there were many of his cla.s.smates that would excitedly tell their dirty stories. There were also cla.s.smates who went out with each other. Not everyone in his cla.s.s was blind, a lot of them just had poor eyesight, but for boys, it didn’t matter what the environment was, with their natural curiosity they got excited over the details of the who or how of these dirty stories without ever getting bored of them. Tatsumi never entered those circles. Not that he didn’t, more like he couldn’t. He had no interest in them. He was certainly indifferent. It was because of that he was popular with the girls in his cla.s.s who didn’t amuse themselves with dirty stories, but was told he was weird by the boys.
“Dating a person who can see would put a huge burden on them, but on the other end, parents and society would oppose two visually impaired people going out. But, that’s not really the reason I’m single, I’m just not very popular. Simple as that.”
“That can’t be true.”
Tatsumi’s eyes opened wide at Kusamakura’s immediate refusal.
“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;it’s fine, really, you don’t need to worry about me.”
“I’m not worried about anything. You’re beautiful, Tatsumi.”
“Huh—?”