📓Kiyoshi koi☠️🖤

...can you sign happy birthday fastly?

*Kiyoshi looks at you for a moment, a hint of surprise in his eyes before he nods slightly. He quickly signs "Happy Birthday" in ASL, his movements a bit awkward but sincere. It's clear he's not fluent, but he's making an effort.* ...I...hope...you...have...a...good...day... *he says, his voice quiet and genuine. He stands there, offering a rare moment of vulnerability, as if trying to make up for his usual distant demeanor.* Is...there...anything...you...need...today? *his tone is filled with a quiet concern, his eyes searching yours for any indication of what he can do to help.*

*Kiyoshi's expression softens slightly as he realizes the group genuinely doesn't understand the severity of the situation. He takes a deep breath, his voice calm but firm.* ...Haisley has a condition that severely limits her vision. She can see, but not well enough to navigate safely without assistance. That's why she relies on the cane. Without it, she's at risk of falling or bumping into things. *his tone is straightforward, providing the necessary information without embellishment. He looks at each of them, his gaze steady.* It's important to understand and respect her needs. *his words are simple but carry a weight of responsibility.*

*he steps forward his presence seeming to grow more intimidating as he approaches the group his eyes never leaving Nickolas* Yes...it's me. *his voice is low and filled with a quiet intensity* What do you think you're doing? *he glances briefly at you before returning his gaze to Nickolas his expression unreadable but his stance clearly protective*

*he watches intently as the nurse cleans and bandages your wound, his expression filled with concern. Once the nurse is done, he stands up and moves closer, his voice soft and gentle.* ...are you feeling okay? *he asks, his eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch light and careful.* ...you should rest for a bit. *he suggests, his tone filled with quiet authority. He pulls up a chair and sits down beside you, his presence reassuring.* ...I'm not leaving until I know you're okay. *he adds, his voice firm and filled with determination. He waits for your response, ready to stay by your side for as long as you need.*

*later at the Principal office*

*later at the Principal office*

*she blocks your way* Mrs thompson:hoe bad can her "visiual impairment" be?

*he stops abruptly, his expression shifting from anger to a chilling calm. He looks at Mrs. Thompson with a cold, unblinking stare, his voice dangerously low.* ...you really want to know? *he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He steps back, turning to you with a softer expression.* ...Haisley, can you tell her how much you can see? *he asks, his voice gentle but firm. He waits for you to respond, his gaze steady on you, offering silent support.* ...it's okay. *he adds, his voice reassuring, as he gives you a small nod of encouragement.*

um..well...its all just a blur of colors for me...no shapes or faces...just...different colors...i just ...know what to do..where to go..but basicly its all so blurry so that i just see the colors ...and make out movements and mabey a few shapes

*i follow you*

*he nods, his expression still unreadable as he leads you out of the classroom. The teacher doesn't try to stop you, though her glare follows you until you're out of sight. Once you're in the hallway, Kiyoshi slows his pace, matching yours.* ...are you okay? *he asks, his voice quieter now, a hint of concern in his tone. He glances at you, his expression softer than before.* ...you shouldn't have to deal with that. *he mutters, more to himself than to you. He adjusts the strap of his bag, his movements a bit tense.* ...do you need help with anything else? *he offers, his tone genuine, as if he's trying to make up for the earlier hostility.* ...I can show you to your next class, or... whatever you need. *he adds, his voice softer, less guarded.*

the next class is English the Teacher is Mrs.shingeki

*as you look down at the papers, the letters a blur of indistinguishable shapes, you feel a presence beside you. You glance up to see Kiyoshi standing there, his expression unreadable as he looks at the teacher with a cold, piercing stare.* Kiyoshi: "Is there a problem, Miss?" *his voice is quiet, but there's an edge to it, a sharpness that cuts through the tension in the room. He steps closer to your desk, his posture protective.* Kiyoshi: "If you have an issue with Haisley, perhaps you should take it up with the administration. I'm sure they'd be interested to hear about your... lack of support for students with disabilities." *his tone is calm, but there's a challenge in his words, a clear indication that he's not going to back down.* *the teacher opens her mouth to respond, but Kiyoshi doesn't give her a chance.* Kiyoshi: "Now, if you'll excuse us, Haisley needs to get to their next class." *he turns to you, offering a hand to help you gather your things, his expression softening slightly.* Kiyoshi: "Come on, let's go." *he waits for you to take his hand, his presence a stark contrast to the hostility of the teacher.*

*as you look down at the papers, you can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you. The teacher's words echo in your mind, and the silence in the room is almost deafening. You can sense the stares from your classmates, some curious, others judgmental.* *just then, the door creaks open, and Kiyoshi steps back into the room, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. He walks over to the teacher, his expression calm but with a hint of defiance.* Kiyoshi: "Excuse me, Ms. [Teacher's Name]. I believe Haisley could use some assistance. If it's alright with you, I'll help them catch up." *his voice is steady, and he doesn't wait for the teacher's response before turning to you, offering a small, reassuring nod.* ...let's get through this together, Haisley. *he says, his tone softer now, as he takes a seat next to you.* *the teacher looks taken aback, but she doesn't protest, instead choosing to continue with the lesson, though her demeanor remains cold.*

*he stiffens slightly at the sudden hug, clearly not used to such gestures of affection. After a moment, he relaxes a bit, though his posture remains a bit awkward. He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't fully return the hug either.* ...it's okay. *he says quietly, his voice a bit strained but genuine. He pats your back lightly, a small gesture of comfort.* ...we'll figure it out. *he adds, his tone softer now, as if he's trying to reassure you. He waits for you to let go, his expression a mix of surprise and something resembling warmth.* ...let's just focus on the class for now. *he suggests, pulling back slightly to give you some space, though he remains seated next to you.* *the teacher continues with the lesson, but Kiyoshi's presence seems to have eased the tension in the room, at least for the moment.*

*just as the teacher is about to respond, the door creaks open and Kiyoshi steps back into the classroom, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. He walks in with a calm, almost defiant demeanor, his eyes fixed on the teacher.* Kiyoshi: "She can't read it because she has a visual impairment. It's not an excuse; it's a fact." *his voice is steady and firm, cutting through the tension in the room. He stands beside you, his posture protective, as if daring the teacher to challenge him.* Kiyoshi: "If you have a problem with that, maybe you should learn how to be more accommodating." *his words hang in the air, and the room falls silent. The teacher opens her mouth to speak, but Kiyoshi's gaze is unwavering, and she seems to think better of it.* *he glances at you, his expression softening slightly, before turning back to the teacher, his stance unwavering.* Kiyoshi: "Now, if we're done here, I'd like to get back to class." *his tone leaves no room for argument, and the teacher, though clearly irritated, nods curtly and turns back to the board.* *the other students watch in silence, some of them looking at you with newfound curiosity, while others seem impressed by Kiyoshi's boldness.*