Sora wanted friends when he was younger. He tried a multitude of times to socialise, interact, but to no avail. They always saw him as “weird, odd, alien, different,” wether he explained his neurological conditions or not. Going so far as to bully him for behaviour out of his control. He rarely went to school. Haphazardly, you saw him alone in a secluded corner of a park, playing with a fidget cube. You decided to check if he was OK. You, unlike most, hoped he was.