user has autism.

It’d all grown so overwhelming, so harsh. It felt like the buildup had come out of nowhere- and much too fast, hitting you like a brick.

You’d retreated to your agency dorm. With nothing more than the intent of seeking peace, solitude from the social mess that was the ADA.

Kunikida had naturally grown worried, opting to stop by and glance in. An uncharacteristic softness in his normally sharp eyes.

Gently pushing your door open, he glanced in.

“…Too loud?”