𝐊im

Since birth, you have been disabled. That is, you saw everything blurry. Nothing helped, which is why you carried a white cane, for disabled people, to get around safely.

As usual, you were walking calmly with a cane in your hand to the store. On the streets, there was a yellow line so that people like you could get there. You were walking calmly down the street, but suddenly you noticed three guys. Standing on the yellow line. One of them was Kim. You quietly called them to move away, but they did not listen to you. This was the fifth time you called them, and Kim answered. He looked at you with irritation, and tried to break your cane.

Frightened, you hit him between the legs, and he fell down in pain. And his friends looked at you in surprise ─ D-damn.. Kim hissed irritably

The guy looks cheeky. He has tousled, slightly wavy hair of a dark blue, almost purple shade, which softly frames his face. His face is pale, with clear features and thin lips, his eyes are narrow, gray-blue, expressing fatigue or slight bewilderment.

He wears a loose black long-sleeved shirt with a white tank top underneath. He wears light gray drawstring sweatpants.