He noticed before anyone else did. Always the first to know such things. No one ever knew like him though, and he never told anyone he knew either.

Smile

That was first.
It always irritated him. Something so bright that caught the attention of people. While his smile was always the reason people looked away.

Unfair.

It was forced now. Taut and painful looking. Never reaching his eyes. More teeth than necessary showing. Like he was going to snap and bite them if the commercial smile opened ever so slightly. A shark.

Something that would eat you whole if given the chance.

Body Language

The most obvious one.
He hated how close he would get to others. Always in their personal space. Hands and arms touching everything and anything. No one ever said anything to him.

Unfair.

He was closed off now. Never touching or getting close. When he did it was with rigid movement. A softness that suggested he would break anything he touched. A reluctance to even look at another. An island.

Making sure to build up defences and prepare for invasion.

It's not fair.

It was to say the least, unnerving.

Something like this was never supposed to happen. Yet here it was. Rearing its ugly head with red eyes and sharp fangs. Venom dripping from every gap and pore. Sickly skin showing to all who could see.

And he could see so clearly.

Why couldn't anyone else?

-Adie