blind killua X reader (old)

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I walked down the long corridors of the school, looking at the principal's portraits and other things, wishing the portrait I would make was as good as those. Not long after, I came in front of the arts hall and opened the door, catching a glimpse of white hair.

There he was, wearing a black T-shirt and a green box sweatshirt, wearing a cream trousers. He must have noticed the sound of the door, because he turned his attention to me. "Y/N?"

I nodded, but then I remembered that he can't see me, so I answered him. "Yes, it's me. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He downplayed him by saying he had just arrived too. I asked him to wait a moment while I took out my paint materials.

When I said I was ready, she asked. "Should I do a pose or something?" Smiled. "No, it just acts natural." He looks better that way anyway. "You can talk to me if you get bored. Oh, and I brought my laptop, in case you want to listen to any particular song, just tell me. I'll find it for you."

He nodded briefly before sitting in the place I prepared for him, and I began to paint him with the best of me. His face is sculpted perfectly, all the small details, every little curve.

Their traits are hard to copy, but I try to do the best I can. His eyes, the way he sees so self-absorbed, making him more and more attractive, even if that part is the hardest to paint. I kept stealing his eyes, and I still couldn't help but blush.

"It's a little embarrassing when I know a pretty girl is watching me." Hearing that, I was about to stain the paint, and I almost dropped my brush. "What?" why ..? Wait, how come...?

He must have sensed my confusion, his lips pursed in a smile as he answered. "I told my friends all about this painting thing. Gon told me you were very pretty and kind, when I told Leorio, he told me i was lucky. Even Kurapika, who usually doesn't care about girls, said you were beautiful."

Silence. I'm going to kill those three. I've never been, and I'm not close to being beautiful! I looked at him, awkward. "Don't you think you're pretty?" Unsure of my own answer, I replied. "I think... I'm not that pretty."

"Hm, but that's what you think. Three of my friends said you were pretty, so at least you should think you are? Oh, I'm sorry, it's not the best thing for me to say that." That's right, he can't even see me. I sighed and continued with the painting, adding the finishing touches. It actually looked pretty good. I couldn't help but smile, knowing it would be my most precious possession.

"I finished Killua". The boy's thin face shone with interest. "Really? Can you describe it to me? Sit here." He palmed the space next to him, a gesture to bring me closer. Uh, how do you describe a painting to a blind child? However, I should do it for him. I took the painting carefully and took it to his side.

I sat next to him, and almost simultaneously he turned his attention to me. "Then what colors did you use?" I looked at him confused, not knowing if I should answer his question or say I repeat it.

"Oh, did I confuse you? I've never really seen the colors, nor do I know what they're like, people have described them to me, but I think... most of them have failed." She smiled shyly, and her smile was reassuring, somehow.

"Well, then, for your eyes, I used navy blue..." I was quickly interrupted. "Describe the blue". I scratched the back of my head, trying to find the words to describe a color.

"The blue... is when it dawns, and when you enjoy silence and tranquility. That's when you feel at peace. That's when you find out you passed your exams, when you feel calm and relaxed. That's when you open the window and feel the air hit your face." I stopped for a moment and continued.

"But blue can also be when you feel down. When you lost something, or when your head is full of regrets. It's when you feel melancholy, or when you remember something nostalgic."

I looked at Killua, and he was inclined with interest. Am I explaining well? The curious look he was giving me could mean yes. "Tell me more." His voice vibrate inside my head, and for some reason, when I knew Killua was understanding what I was saying, I felt great.

"Then, for your lips, I used pale red..." I was interrupted again by the same prayer. "Describe the red."

"Red is when you sit by a fireplace. That's when your mom hugs you and says she loves you. That's when you're determined to do something and finish it at all costs. That's when you feel excited and full of energy. That's when you feel love. Red can also be when you're angry, or irritated. When you get violent."

"Hummmm". His face looked like he was thinking deeply. I could only look at it, wondering if I'd say anything. "Are your lips red too?" But, it's not a weird question. "Yes, they are."

The blue-eyed boy slid until his shoulders were touching mine, and I couldn't help but blush. A lot. His lovely face was so close, and his eyes seemed to pierce my soul. "Killua, what are you...?"

I was interrupted, for the third time that day, but this was different. His lips reached mine, and at that very moment, I felt blue and red at the same time. It's amazing what your lips can do. His eyes, his hair, every trait was perfect. As it was supposed to be. And I couldn't do anything but reciprocte the kiss. Soon we split up for shortness of breath, we were both panting, but it didn't matter. He knows I'm here, and I see him by my side. That was enough.

"Y/N, you, you gave me a whole new perspective on colors."