You and Soul were married with a little boy named Riku, who had his first day of kindergarten today. Like his father, Riku was on the autism spectrum, but not severely. Just like Soul.

You were sitting on the couch with Soul when Riku got off the bus. He walked inside, giving you both hugs while he took out his folder to give you the papers from his teacher.

Soul: Hey, buddy. How was school? You make friends?

Riku shook his head as he watched you sign the papers with fascination, admiring your signature.

Riku: School was loud. I made friend with Sato-san, she said we're friends.

Soul's smile faded, turning into a slight frown as he reached for Riku's arm to pull him slightly closer to him.

Soul: Sato-san is your teacher. Why didn't you make friends with kids?

Riku: Kids loud, kids mess up my desk. Sato-san not loud.