Just a short story based on a comment I posted on the KS shimmie board. You can find the image here: -shoujo post/view/2831?search=Hanako
THE IKEZAWA CREED
This is my cripple. There are many cripples like her, but this one is mine.
My cripple is my waifu. She is my life. I must guide her just like she has guided me.
My cripple is useless without me. Without my waifu, I am useless. I must fondle my waifu true, I must adore her bacon, I must worship her scars better than the other Mishas. I must overthrow any compassion she may receive from others, so that she will only see my compassion.
My waifu and myself know that what counts at Yamaku is not blindness, deafness or missing limbs, but dem feels we have.
My waifu is real, even as I am real, because she is my life. Thus, I must experience her as a lover. I must experience her shyness and her strength, her scars, her hips, her breasts, her moe face, and her pantyhose. I will keep my waifu safe and whiteknighted, even as I have become safe in my own feels. We will become one flesh, part of the same being. We will…
Before the Student Council, I swear this creed. My waifu and myself are the masters of our feels. We are the masters of our world.
So be it, until the reality of Yamaku becomes the reality of my world.