Osomatsu-San x Reader ONE SHOTS

Immobile (Ichimatsu x Paralyzed! Reader)

It was all pretty vague. One minute, you were riding your bike. Next, you woke up in a hospital bed without the ability to move your lower body.

Paralization was horrible for you. You couldn't walk and you got sympathy from people everywhere you went. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate the care from them; you just didn't like being the center of attention.

Years later, you were still miserable and desperate to walk. Only problem was that you couldn't.

And today was another one of those days. Same old routine. Get up, have your friend, (f/n), help dress you and put you in your wheelchair, eat breakfast, brush your teeth, then leave. You left without her/him though.....

Rolling yourself down the sidewalk, you smiled seeing all the happy people walking to and from the little shops on the sidewalks. To say you weren't envious would be a lie, but at the same time, you were thankful that they hadn't been in the same situation as you. There weren't a lot of people though and the ones that were still outside were going inside to other stores.

You remembered an old pet store you used to visit when walking was an ability you had. Everyday, you'd go by the shop and play with all the small animals that were in the store. Begging your mom to purchase one was something that would happen everytime you went. But, you were an adult now, so you COULD buy a pet if you had the money.

You rolled up to the pet shop and looked through the window only to see that it was no longer the pet store you had once known. It was now an adult magazine and book shop.

"They replaced..... the pet shop.... with a store..... for perverted, desperate men....." You said aloud, your mouth agape.

You mentally facepalmed.

"WOOT! I GOT THE LATEST HENTAI AND IT IS ALL MINE!!!"

Your eyes glanced to your right only to see a man in red running out of the store. Right in your direction.

"Crap!" You exclaimed as you tried to move the wheelchair foward.

But, you were out of luck.

He ran into you, knocking you onto the ground. But, he kept running.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?" You yelled at the man. He just kept running.

A groan left your mouth as you looked down at your legs.

"Stupid.... Now I am stuck like this....." You started tearing up.

Nobody was around, so you couldn't call for help. So, you resorted to to crying. You had no phone. Nobody was outside. You were too busy crying to call for help. Even worse, your wheelchair was
A) Knocked over on its side and
B) It was about 10 yards away from you.

You couldn't exactly crawl over to it either seeing as how there was nothing you could grasp onto to pull you forward.

In other words, you were stranded.

So, you continued your crying fest.

Little did you know, a certain someone was watching from the alleyway behind you, debating whether or not to help.

"Why can't I just walk......?" You sniffled.

The man walked up behind you, a little nervous.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked in a rude tone that he didn't mean to use. He scolded himself.

You turned your head around to see a guy that looked like the person who knocked you out of your chair. Only, he wore purple.

"Y-you're the one that knocked me out of my wheelchair! And why did you change? You were wearing red a minute ago!" You practically yelled.