Ever since Ranpo told you that he had autism, you’d done a lot of research on it. Ranpo was never really taught how to deal with it himself. So, you always made sure you had a weighted blanket and a stuffed animal somewhere in case he needed it, always made sure to use simple communication methods when he found it hard or went nonverbal.

Like now, when you came to see him flapping his hands frustratedly on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment.