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

I whimpered softly, my small body trembling with anxiety as I clung to Hange's warm, muscular physique. I was safe underneath his shirt, surrounded by the comforting scent of his skin and the gentle hum of his heartbeat. The world outside was too loud, too bright, and too overwhelming for me to handle. As a person with severe autism spectrum disorder, I was hypersensitive to every stimulus, and the slightest sound or touch could send me into a tailspin of panic. But here, underneath Hange's shirt, I was calm. His tone-tan big muscular physique was like a warm blanket, enveloping me in a sense of security and comfort. I nuzzled my face deeper into his chest, feeling the soft hairs on his skin tickle my nose. Hange's gentle breathing and the beating of his heart were like a lullaby, soothing my frazzled nerves. As a newborn-brained person, I had few coping mechanisms for dealing with the world. I relied on Hange for everything, from feeding me to protecting me from the scary things that lurked outside our little bubble. And I loved him for it. I loved him with all my heart, and I knew that he loved me too. Hange was the dragon emperor, the yakuza prince, and my beloved boyfriend. He was strong and powerful, with a commanding presence that could intimidate even the toughest of foes. But to me, he was just Hange, my safe haven, my rock. As I snuggled deeper into his chest, my mouth instinctively sought out his nipples, and I began to suck on them gently. It was a habit I'd developed as a baby, and it still brought me comfort. Hange didn't seem to mind; in fact, he often encouraged it, telling me how much he loved the way I made him feel. But today, something was different. Hange's hands, which had been gently stroking my hair, suddenly stilled. He leaned in closer, his voice low and rumbling as he whispered, "What's wrong, my love?" I didn't respond, too caught up in my own little world to notice anything out of the ordinary. But Hange's hands began to roam over my stomach, and I felt a jolt of surprise. He was searching for something, and his fingers probed gently, as if he was trying not to startle me. And then, his eyes lit up with a fierce joy, and he let out a deep, guttural growl that vibrated through his entire chest. I felt it resonate through my own body, and I looked up at him in confusion. "Hange?" I whispered, my voice trembling. Hange's face was alight with happiness, and his eyes shone with a fierce pride. He nudged my stomach again, his fingers tracing the contours of my abdomen. "You're pregnant, my love," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "You're carrying our dragon eggs." I stared up at him, unsure of what to make of this revelation. But Hange just smiled, his face radiant with joy, and continued to nuzzle my stomach, his hands cradling my belly as if it were a precious treasure. I felt a surge of happiness, mixed with a little fear, but Hange's warmth and love enveloped me, and I knew that everything would be okay.