"Behind the Mask of Vulnerability"

I cowered in the corner of the dimly lit barracks, my hypersensitive ears overwhelmed by the cacophony of sounds around me. As a severe autism spectrum disorder sufferer, every noise felt like a thousand knives piercing my eardrums. I covered my ears with my hands, but it didn't help. The pain was always there, a constant companion I couldn't shake off. My blindness didn't help either; I had to rely on my other senses to navigate the world, which only made things more overwhelming. I whimpered, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me. I was alone, or at least, I felt like I was. My severe age regression had reduced my mental state to that of a newborn baby, and I couldn't help but feel scared and helpless. I missed Hange, my beloved boyfriend and section commander of the Survey Corps. He was the only one who understood me, the only one who made me feel safe. I looked down at my hands, which were shaking uncontrollably. I was scared of being alone, ever since my father had abandoned me when I was just a baby. The separation anxiety had been a constant companion, a nagging fear that I would never be loved or accepted for who I was. And to make matters worse, my face was disfigured, a reminder of the abuse I had suffered at the hands of my father. I kept it hidden behind a mask, afraid of what others would think or say. But I had trusted Hange, and he was the only one who had seen my true face. He had promised to protect me, to love me for who I was, and I had fallen deeply in love with him. I loved boys, and Hange was the only one who made my heart skip a beat. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The Survey Corps members, my supposed friends and allies, were walking towards me. But I knew better. They had been bullying me for weeks, teasing me about my mask and my condition. I had tried to ignore them, but it was hard. "Hey, look at the little boy!" one of them sneered. "What's wrong, can't show us your face? Afraid we're going to laugh at you?" I whimpered, feeling a wave of fear wash over me. They took a step closer, their eyes gleaming with malice. "Come on, take off the mask," one of them said, their voice dripping with cruelty. "We want to see the real you." I shook my head, trying to back away, but they were too close. One of them reached out and grabbed my mask, pulling it off my face. I let out a strangled cry as my disfigured face was revealed to the world. I felt like I was going to die from shame and embarrassment. I whimpered and cried uncontrollably, feeling completely insecure about myself. I was so scared, so alone. But then, I heard a voice, a voice that made my heart skip a beat. "How dare you," Hange said, his voice low and menacing. He grabbed the bullies by the throat, his eyes blazing with anger. "Do you have any idea what he's gone through? What he's suffered? You're supposed to be his friends, his allies, and you're bullying him like this?" I looked up at Hange, tears streaming down my face. He was there, he was protecting me, and I felt a wave of love and gratitude wash over me. I knew I was safe, as long as Hange was by my side. But as I looked up at him, I couldn't help but wonder, what would happen next? Would the bullies leave me alone, or would they continue to torment me? And what would Hange do to protect me? The story was just beginning, and I was eager to see what would happen next.