Angst, a lot of it. Well at least for me. One sided JumonjiSena. Word count: Around 301.
In an alternative world, Sena was born unable to run.
He has a wheelchair, named Pitt. He's very lonely and even weaker than in the other world. He still has his brown hair and dark doe eyes.
Only some guys have enough balls to pick on a disabled kid. Only Jumonji really, his other two brothers are too humanitarian.
Though, Jumonji mostly does his teasing because of his crush on Sena.
In this world, Sena hates sports. Well, at least amateur leagues. Watching professional sports are ok. But whenever he watches high school or college level sports, football especially for some reason, he can't help but feel a gut wrenching twist in his gut, a gripping tightening in his throat, and the pricking of tears in his eyes. Because there is always at least one player who wants it more than anything.
And he will not make it to the professional level.
No matter the level, talent, dedication, or need, Sena knows that those players are a dime a dozen. And that there are better players out there. Who are also worth a dime a dozen. Because that's how the cookie crumbles and the world turns and life works.
Sena watches longingly through a chained linked fence at some members on the football team dashing across the field. He looks down at his useless legs. He looks back at the guys laughing and panting and running again.
He feels sorrier for them than himself. His legs are useless, so he will never be able to do that. But their legs are healthy and strong. But most of them will never reach to where they want to go, and they can't blame their legs, just themselves.
His eyes burn, he turn his wheelchair, and quietly leaves them to have their dreams shattered.