**Chapter 1: The Weight of Abandonment**

I sat on the sofa, my ears ringing from the cacophony of sounds that filled my mind. Every creak of the floorboards, every hum of the air conditioner, and every tick of the clock seemed to pierce through my eardrums like a thousand knives. My hypersensitive skin crawled with anxiety as I waited for Hange's return, my heart racing with anticipation. I was blind, but my other senses had grown so acute that I could feel the world around me in excruciating detail. As I sat there, I couldn't help but think about my past. My father had abandoned me when I was just a baby, leaving me with a deep-seated fear of being alone. My autism spectrum disorder made it difficult for me to cope with the world, and my severe age regression had reduced my mental state to that of a newborn baby. I was scared, lost, and alone, except when Hange was by my side. I loved Hange with all my heart, and I was grateful to have him as my husband. He was the CEO of a famous tech company, and his work consumed him. I understood that, but it didn't make it any easier to be left alone for so long. I longed for his touch, his voice, and his comfort. As a gay man, I had always known that I would love boys, and Hange was the only one who had ever made me feel truly loved and accepted. The door opened, and Hange walked in, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm back.. today was pretty busy," he said, his voice laced with fatigue. I turned my head towards him, my eyes, or rather, my empty sockets, fixed on the sound of his voice. I smiled, a wide, toothy grin spreading across my face. " You were waiting for me?" he asked, his tone a mixture of surprise and curiosity. I nodded enthusiastically, my ears wiggling with excitement. Hange knew he had to wake up in a few hours, and I could sense his reluctance to linger. He glanced at his watch, and I knew he was calculating the time. As he approached me, I could smell the weariness on him, the scent of a long day's work clinging to his clothes. He sat down beside me, and for a moment, we just sat there in silence. Then, he noticed the look on my face, the unbridled joy that radiated from me. His expression softened, and guilt flickered across his features. "I'm sorry, I...I can't cuddle right now.. I'm too tired and all I want to do is sleep," he said, his voice firmer than usual, a hint of apology underlying his words. I felt a pang in my chest, a familiar ache that grew into a crushing weight. My separation anxiety flared, and tears began to stream down my face, hot and unchecked. Hange's eyes widened in regret as he realized the impact of his words. He reached out, his hand hesitating before gently stroking my hair. I flinched, my hypersensitive skin reacting to his touch, but I didn't pull away. I needed his comfort, his reassurance. As his words sank in, I felt myself regressing, my mind fragmenting into a thousand pieces. I was no longer the adult I appeared to be; I was a scared, lost child, overwhelmed by the world around me. My thoughts disintegrated into incoherent babbling, and I whimpered, my body shaking with sobs. Hange's grip on my hair tightened, and he pulled me close, his chest a warm, comforting presence. "Shh, baby, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. But even as he spoke, I knew he was tired, and his body was screaming for rest. What would happen next? Would he be able to comfort me, or would his exhaustion get the better of him?