What May Be (Miles Edgeworth x Disabled! Reader)

Requested by @Dimentio_the_spade

A/N: For this chapter and per the request, reader uses a cane. This is my first time writing something like this, so I'm sorry if I get some things wrong or inaccurate!

Your Pov:

Everyone always tried to tell me that the world was a good place. That people like me were no different from the rest. But I knew better. Those who could go about their lives without limits would never consider people like me an equal. There were sympathizers and their friends, but I'm not looking for pity.

From a young age, I had developed a lameness in my left leg that would never heal. There was no medicine or surgery that could heal it. I had to use a cane to get around everywhere, so it was hard to carry multiple things or even open doors sometimes. Despite this, I tried to be independent. I didn't want to rely on anyone.

I worked in the prosecutor's office as an administrator for documentation. I made sure every document and report made it to its destination with everything filled out correctly. I was able to sit for most of the day, but sometimes, just standing at the copier was tiring.

Today, I stood at the copier, waiting for it to finish making the new copies. I leaned over, putting most of my weight onto the cane. The copier finished and I grabbed the copies. I turned to head back to my desk. I slowly walked down the hall and as I turned the corner, I bumped into someone. I nearly fell, but someone caught me. A familiar voice reached my ears. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" Another familiar voice spoke. "Kay, I've told you time and time again not to run in this building." Mr. Edgeworth steadied me. "Are you alright?" I gripped my cane tighter, trying to balance my weight and the papers. "I'm fine, Mr. Edgeworth."

He spoke. "Hm, did the higher ups not give you reasonable accommodations? You should be sitting." I shrugged. "I'm the only one they hired for this job. Making copies is just a part of it. I can still walk mostly well." He shook his head. "It's against the law to not provide the proper accommodations. You should have an assistant to go make copies." I sighed. "It's alright, Mr. Edgeworth. I don't need anyone's pity or help. I'm fine on my own."

Kay spoke up. "I can be their assistant, Mr. Edgeworth!" Mr. Edgeworth nodded. "Yes. I think that will do. Don't disappoint me, Kay." Then, he turned to me. "As for you, I am not pitying you. I am trying to give you the proper tools to complete your duties. You deserve to be able to have a proper job and workplace just like everyone else here. You shouldn't be offered less just because of your disability. You're human, just like everyone else."

I smiled at him. "Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth." He hummed. "Call me Miles. I'll see you on your lunch break." He looked at Kay. "Kay, help them to my office when they get their lunch break. And make sure you do what they tell you. Without them, getting paperwork in and out of the prosecutor's office would be very difficult and tedious." Kay smiled and nodded. "Alright. Leave it to me!" After that, Miles continued on his way, leaving Kay and I in the hall. I looked at Kay. "Let's get back to work then."

That day, Miles showed me that the world wasn't all bad. He showed me that while the world had its bad parts, there were also overwhelmingly good parts too. He genuinely cared about me and listened to what I had to say. There was no sympathy, but instead, empathy.

And that's all I ever wanted.