**Chapter 1: "The Gentle Touch of My Dragon Emperor"**

I lay in my bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of my room. The soft, plush toys that Hange had given me were scattered around me, their gentle faces seeming to watch over me as I slept. I was curled up in a ball, my small body tense with anxiety, even in the midst of sleep. My ears, sensitive to the extreme, picked up every creak of the house, every distant rumble of the city outside. It was a constant barrage of sound, one that I couldn't escape, even in my dreams. As I slowly opened my eyes, or rather, tried to - for I couldn't see, being blind in both eyes - I felt a sense of panic rising within me. Where was Hange? I couldn't bear the thought of being alone. My mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions, like a newborn's, for the severe age regression that came with my autism spectrum disorder had reduced my mental state to that of a helpless infant. A gentle touch on my forehead calmed me, and I let out a soft sigh. "Good morning, my little one," a deep, rumbling voice said. It was Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the Dragon Emperor, and the Yakuza Prince. His touch was like a lifeline to me, reassuring me that I wasn't alone. I reached out with my hands, flailing about until I found Hange's face. He captured my hands in his, holding them gently as I explored his features. His eyes, his nose, his lips - every part of him was familiar to me, comforting. Hange was my rock, my safe haven. He had taken me in when I had nowhere else to go, and he had shown me love and acceptance in a way that I had never known before. My father had abandoned me when I was just a baby, and the pain of that rejection still lingered, fueling my separation anxiety. As I clung to Hange, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. He stroked my hair, speaking softly to me in a language that I didn't understand, but his tone was soothing, and I felt my tension ease. "Today, we'll face the day together, okay?" he said, his voice a gentle promise. I nodded, or at least, I tried to. Hange smiled and kissed my forehead. "I have a surprise for you, my little one," he said, his voice full of excitement. I squealed with delight, my hypersensitive ears folding back against the sound of my own voice. Hange chuckled and pulled me into a tight hug. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he said. And in that moment, I knew that everything would be okay, as long as Hange was by my side. But as I looked up at him, or rather, tried to - for I couldn't see - I couldn't help but wonder what the day had in store for us...