The pianist, the blind and the in love -phan au (Blind! Phil)

"hi! ". "my name is.."

Walking through the sliding doors of the admittedly large institution, Dan couldn't help but fiddle with his dorm keys in his pocket. He'd  taken the bus to get to the address that the website had stated, but now he found that he couldn't shake the feeling of annoyance towards the situation  as a whole. 'How could I let this happen ?' He thought to himself,'I don't have time for this!' He screamed in his head.

"Excuse me ?" Came a voice from his left, turning he was met with a male receptionist  a little further up giving him a questionable look.

"Oh hi, sorry my names Dan and uh I'm here for to volunteer .." Brought back to reality Dan was able to answer the receptionist's confusion. "Oh your a uni student eh?" The receptionist responded," a whole bounce of ya'll came last year and early june,"he continued," why are you  so late".

"Um I didn't find all my hours", Dan answered feeling extremely uncomfortable. "Sign this" the receptionist ordered handing Dan a clip board of papers. Nodding towards the man Dan proceeded towards some chairs , where he could read through his a signed 'patient?','assignment?' Dan wasn't sure either option sounded right, looking down he began to read..
"Phillip Micheal  Lester 
Male
Age 21
Blind 
Room 3S9
South wing
Code 67534589"
Dan read out the basics as he really didn't care for anything else, he signed and handed back the sheet without a second thought. "OK seeing as you haven't volunteered here before the south wing  is a set of rooms off the stairwell on the third floor", the receptionist informs him before going back to typing. "Thanks", replies awkwardly  before proceeding to the stairs.

{3S9}
Dan stared up at the room plate of the door in front of him. He'd have to admit that the institution  reminded  quite a lot of his dormitory , except everything here was so sterile. From what he observed on his walk here, each door had a time slot, a 'nurse' or maybe it was a teacher had explained that each student had a card that tracked their location through out the school.

Dan couldn't imagine going here, mostly because there was nothing wrong with him but also because he'd probably  constantly leave his card in his room. Though that not all he noticed , everything was so founded and safe almost baby proofed, it made him feel monitored. With this in mind he knocked on the door, hoping to get this over with.

There was some suffling  from the inside and then a beep as the door slide open, dragging softly over carpet . "Hi!", came the cheerful response of a surprisingly tall black haired teen.

Don't get him wrong Dan was still taller than the boy who had opened the door but he was extremely  used to towering over others. "Um hello ? Chris is that you ? You know it's not funny to pretend to not be here", The boy questioned bringing his hands up to feel for a before mentioned Chris. Coughing loudly Dan finally relieved his mistake and spoke ," Um no I'm Dan ".

Startled the teen jumped slightly retracting his hands to cover his mouth ," Dan?" He questioned once he got over his initial fear. " yeah Um I'm here to Um I'm not exactly sure I  just trying to finish my volunteer hours , are you Phillip Lester?" Dan asked before cringing at his own bluntness when describing why he was here.
"Oh! Yeah that's me!" He answers suddenly excited ," they called saying you'd come today !" Phil motioned Dan into his room. "Who called?" Dan asked. "A Miss. Bev" Phil answered placing his finger to his lips in consecration as he recalled the name. Rolling his eyes at the mention of his assistant principal  Dan couldn't help but smile slightly at Phil expression.
"So what do you want to do ?" Dan questioned ad he sat an extremely soft chair in the corner. " oh well" Phil started large round eyes staring blankly at the ground.
"We can go for a walk and talk maybe , as long as I make my schedules it should be fine", Phil stated looking towards Dan for the first time, face flushed and eyebrows noted in worry as he awaited Dan response.