**Chapter 1: Underneath Hange's Shirt**

I whimpered softly, my small body trembling as I buried myself underneath Hange's shirt. The world was just too much for me to handle. Every sound, every light, every sensation was amplified to an unbearable degree. I was blind, and my autism spectrum disorder made it impossible for me to filter out the constant barrage of stimuli. I was like a fragile, delicate thing, and Hange's warmth and presence were my only comfort. As I snuggled deeper into the folds of his shirt, I felt his muscular physique envelop me, a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. His scent, a heady mix of sandalwood and dragon's breath, filled my nostrils, and I felt my anxiety begin to ease. I had been born with severe autism, and it made everyday interactions a challenge. My mental capacity was that of a newborn baby, and I relied on Hange to take care of me. Hange, my beloved boyfriend, was the Dragon Emperor, the Yakuza Prince, and so much more. He was my rock, my shelter, my safe haven. I had been abandoned by my father as a baby, and the resulting separation anxiety had left deep scars. I was terrified of being alone, of being left behind. But with Hange by my side, I felt safe. As I sucked on Hange's nipples, a habit I'd developed due to my mental capacity, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. It was a childish behavior, but Hange never complained. He just smiled and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. But then, Hange's body tensed, and he nudged my stomach with his fingers. I whimpered, unsure of what was happening. Hange's tone changed, his voice taking on a curious, excited quality. "Little one, what's going on?" he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I didn't respond, unsure of what was happening. But Hange's probing fingers discovered something. He let out a deep, guttural growl, a sound that vibrated through his entire body. "Eggs," he whispered, his voice full of wonder. "You're carrying dragon eggs, my love." I didn't understand what that meant, but Hange's joy was infectious. He continued to nudge my stomach, his fingers tracing the contours of my body. I felt a flutter inside, a strange, unfamiliar sensation. Hange's growls turned into happy murmurs, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I felt safe, protected, and loved. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was home. As I lay there, underneath Hange's shirt, I knew that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't even imagine. But with Hange by my side, I was ready to face whatever came next.