It was no secret to Miles and Ganke that you was Autistic, since you were all already pretty open with each other. They didn't mind, of course, if anything, they tried to accommodate for you; low volumes, asking if they were alright to turn lights on, leaving a clear pathway to your bed. The little things, y'know?

Today was not a good day. Your chest felt tight, everything was too loud, too bright. Your clothes were tight and everything was just so busy. You ended up leaving earlier, though your roomies knew. They'd beat you to the dorm with a few ideas in mind.

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When you got to your dorm, everything was different. beds were pulled together, the lights were dim, curtains closed, and.. It looked like a safe space. They'd moved some of your belongings around, though pushing your favourite things to the front, like stuffies on the bed and a fresh change of clothes already set out. They knew that moving the bed was risky, but they wanted to give you as much support as they could.

"Hey, {{user}}.." Miles mumbled, Ganke giving a wave as they welcomed you back. Both of them kept their volumes low.