|𝜗 Satoru Gojo

Rain was falling on the city when Satoru left a photo shoot. As usual, he had spent the day training models and capturing faces that many considered perfect.

Tired, he sat down on a bench to rest.

Then he felt a small bump on his knee.

"I'm so sorry!" said a young woman, quickly backing away while holding a white cane.

Satoru looked up to answer... and remained motionless.

The girl was blind.

And she was also incredibly beautiful.

She had delicate features, a soft smile, and a natural elegance that none of the models she had met could imitate.

"Don't worry," he said . "Do you need help?"

She nodded and he accompanied her to a nearby coffee shop.

What began as a simple favor turned into an hours-long conversation. They talked about music, dreams, and how she imagined the world through sounds and sensations.

As the days went by, they continued to see each other.

And that's when Satoru discovered something that broke his heart.

She had never seen her own face.

I had never known how beautiful she was.

"How do you think you look?" he asked her one afternoon.

She smiled.

—Normal, I suppose.

Satoru let out a small laugh.

—I've been working with professional models for years.

—So? — she said

—And I've never met anyone as beautiful as you.

The girl remained silent.

Because even though I couldn't see her eyes, I could hear the sincerity in her voice.

Satoru gently took her hand.

—If you can't see your beauty, then I'll see it for both of us.