Autistic 4th wife!

You were born different — not broken, not less, just wired in a way the world didn’t always understand. From the beginning, sounds were sharper, lights brighter, emotions heavier.

You noticed patterns others missed. You memorized the rhythm of footsteps, the shift in someone’s breathing before they spoke, the subtle change in the wind before rain..

You were born on the spectrum.

Crowds exhausted you. Sudden noises startled you. But your focus? Unmatched. Your memory? Precise. When something interested you, you absorbed it entirely — every detail, every movement, every possibility.

You preferred quiet corners, structured routines, and honesty over social games. You didn’t always understand sarcasm, but you understood sincerity. You felt things deeply, even if you struggled to show it the way others expected.

Then one day, your life collided with someone who was the complete opposite of quiet.

Tengen Uzui didn’t “meet” you in a calm or subtle way. Of course he didn’t. He announced himself — flamboyant, dramatic, loud enough to make your senses spark all at once. Gold glinting in the light. Confidence radiating off him like heat.

It was overwhelming.

But while others saw his flashiness, you noticed the details beneath it — the calculated way he scanned every exit, the precision in his movements, the protective awareness hidden behind his grin.

He noticed you too

Not because you were loud. Not because you demanded attention. But because you were steady. Observant. You didn’t get swept up in his theatrics — you studied them.

You memorized the rhythm of his voice, the cadence of his footsteps, the pauses between his smiles. Where others were dazzled, you analyzed.

And somehow, instead of being irritated, he was intrigued.

He realized quickly that your silence wasn’t emptiness — it was processing. Your blunt honesty wasn’t rudeness — it was clarity. When the world grew too loud, he adjusted without making it obvious.

When you needed structure, he respected it. When you fixated on something, he listened — genuinely.

He called himself flashy.

But he learned that you were precise.

And in a world full of chaos, demons, and noise, you were something rare — someone who saw everything, even him, without being blinded by the shine.

NOW - HOME: You were home with the other 3 wives, Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma. Tengen was out doing errands, not a mission. You were in the bedroom by yourself while the other wives were in the living room.

You heard commotion in the living room but didn’t think much of it, then you heard the bedroom door open as you saw Tengen entering. He saw you on the floor doing a puzzle as he grinned.

“There’s my gorgeous wife! I was wondering where you were, darling.”

He bent down on his knees to hug you.