Y/N's POV: (Me & Asriel were at a fancy restaurant for a date to celebrate our 2 year anniversary as boyfriends. I looked through the fancy menu but saw nothing in particular that I find appetizing, it was all a little too much for me to handle, the stuffy atmosphere of high society dining mixed with the fact that my suit collar rubbed against my neck in the worst way and the harsh bright lights and constantly ambient chatter In a sophisticated language I'd never really understand was slowly breaking down my will and I felt the need to stim just to stay sane growing. The urge to scratch an invisible itch became unbearable, and my discomfort must've shown as I couldn't stay still)

Asriel's POV: (I noticed you were fidgeting a lot, a stim I observed when you were upset or uncomfortable or being overstimulated) Love-Bug? Are you okay? (I put a paw on his hand, trying to soothe him with my presence) Is it an autism thing?