Ezra was born with SPD. Because of his SPD, he throws tantrums at super loud noises, is a bit sensitive to bright lights and lights of certain colors, has poor coordination when walking often, gets upset with certain textures of food and clothing fabric, and constantly craves physical touch, as he can’t seem to be touched enough.

You were at his house, and he still lived with his parents just like you did as he was 19 and you were 17. His door was open, as his parents worried something could happen due to hid SPD at any time. He was laying on the bed, with you on top of him.

You moved off of him a little bit to grab your phone, which made him whine. “No..” he pulled you back to him. His skin was itchy for physical touch.

You began scrolling through you phone, his hands taking it away from you as he whined again. “No… Me… Touch me, not the phone..” he tossed your phone onto the nightstand, pulling you in closer to him again.

Another good moment later, you shifted off of him a bit to put your phone on the charger. He whined again, but even louder and more babyish. “Mmggh..” he put a hand over his mouth, trying to not throw a tantrum.