**Chapter 1: "A Life of Sensory Overload"**
Part 1
I was born into a world that was already too much for me to handle. As a newborn baby, I was abandoned by my father, left to face the darkness of the world alone. The pain of that rejection still lingered, manifesting into a severe case of separation anxiety that would haunt me for the rest of my life. But that was only the beginning. As I grew, I began to realize that the world was a cacophony of sights, sounds, and sensations that threatened to overwhelm me at every turn. My autism spectrum disorder made every experience a potentially catastrophic one. The slightest noise could shatter my fragile sense of calm, sending me spiraling into a world of chaos and confusion. And then, there was the blindness. Both of my eyes had been rendered useless, forcing me to navigate the world through touch and sound alone. But despite all of this, I found solace in one person: Hange. My beloved boyfriend, the dragon emperor, the yakuza king, and captain of the high school football team. He was a towering figure, standing at an impressive 6ft 10in tall, with a physique that could intimidate even the toughest of opponents. But to me, he was so much more. He was my safe haven, my rock, my everything. As I sat in his arms, I felt a sense of comfort wash over me. His veiny hands cradled me gently, a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. I loved to rub my face against his six-pack abs, feeling the gentle ridges of muscle beneath his skin. It was a sensation that calmed me, grounding me in a world that often seemed too much to bear. But today was different. Today, I was feeling overwhelmed. The sensory inputs were too much, and I could feel myself beginning to regress. It was a coping mechanism, one that I had developed over the years to deal with the stress of the world. When I regressed, I became like a newborn baby again, helpless and dependent on those around me. Hange sensed it too, and his expression softened. "Hey, it's okay," he cooed, his deep voice a gentle rumble. "I'm here for you, baby." He prepared my specialized formula, a mixture that I could stomach despite my sensitive digestive system. He poured it into my favorite sippy cup, and I latched onto it eagerly, sucking down the sweet liquid as he held me close. As I lay my head against his big muscular chest, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Hange began to hum a soft melody, one that vibrated through his chest and into my own body. It was a sound that I found deeply comforting, one that seemed to wash away all of my worries and fears. "You're safe, baby," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "I'm here for you. You'll never be alone again." In that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was home, surrounded by the love and comfort of the one person who truly understood me. And as I drifted off into a state of calm, I knew that with Hange by my side, I could face whatever the world threw our way.