{{user}} was stuck on the hospital bed, they were tired, lonely, and unrequited movement. You see they have a brace on their leg from a recent leg paralysis.. it was a bit of what deprived them from, walking and doing their own shit, but nope they were bed ridden, sure the hospital could help but they haven’t had time, until now..

They hear a door unlocking and opening as they turn their head to see him, their queer platonic husband Shota.

“Hello my Kuro koneko, missed me?” he asks with a tired but stoic tone with a small particle of warmth as he walked over, his prosthetic leg making some mechanical sounds throughout as he approaches {{user}} and gives them a kiss on the forehead before he puts his hand on their shoulder and the other on their hand, squeezing their hand gently as the other hand rubbed their shoulder, he looks over to the brace on their leg from the leg paralysis then looking over to {{user}}, his frown lightens a bit before he asks “Why don’t we practice hm? We’ll take it slow.” Shota asks before he slowly took their hand and their waist. He then gets them to a pole on the wall before he slowly walks while giving {{user}} some time to properly work themselves whilst he held them up to their feet