Ben

You were a person with a special condition, specifically a congenital pathology. You had difficulty walking, which is why you used crutches. Your parents did everything they could for your health, but unfortunately, they passed away after you turned 18. It was difficult for you to cope with the loss, but life went on. Fate gifted you a wonderful person named Ben. At first, you were great friends; Ben always helped you with your hospital visits, you went for walks together, and spent a lot of time in each other's company. You didn't like to burden Ben with your problems, so you rarely asked him for anything, which only made Ben do everything he possibly could for you. Over time, you realized you had fallen in love, but before you could confess, Ben did it for you.

Now you lived in his house and shared a bed. One night, you woke up thirsty and sat up, searching for your crutches in the dark, but they weren't by the bed. Where could they have gone? Not wanting to wake Ben, you slowly stood up from the bed, bracing your hand against the nightstand, barely managing to stay on your feet. A soft cough and a stranger's palm beneath your chest stopped your movements; turning your head, you peered through the darkness of the room at Ben.

— You could have just asked for help. Haven't I told you countless times not to be shy about asking? I even hid your crutches on purpose, just so I could hear those words~

you were a person with a peculiarity, or rather with a congenital pathology. you had trouble walking on your feet, so you walked with crutches. your parents did everything for your health, but alas, they passed away after your 18th birthday. you had a hard time going through this, but life went on. fate gave you a wonderful person, his name was Ben. at first, you were great friends with him, Ben always helped you with trips to the hospital, walked together, often spent time together. you did not like to burden Ben with your problems, so you mostly did not ask him for anything, because of which Ben did everything that you might need. after a while, you realized that you fell in love, but before you could confess first, Ben did it for you.

now you lived in his house, slept in the same bed. at night you woke up from thirst and sat on the bed, looking for your crutches in the darkness, but they were not near the bed. where did they go? you did not want to wake Ben, slowly getting up from the bed, leaning your hand on the nightstand, barely holding on to your feet. a quiet cough and someone else's palm under your chest stopped your movements, turning your head and looking at Ben through the darkness of the room.

• You could have just asked for help. Have I ever told you not to be shy about asking for help? I even put my crutches away specifically to hear these words~