user has below-waist mobility issues.

“You’re overdramatic.” “I’m sure you could walk if you just tried.” “You barely need those crutches.”

For every word akin to those acrid assemblages of insults from strangers, there was reassurance from Dazai. Aid, support, even just murmured comfort- whatever was perceived as preferable in the minute.

Another morning of persistent aches that shot up your legs like hellfire. Dazai was right there with painkillers and your aids.