**Chapter 1: Turbulent Takeoff**

As I sat in my wheelchair, my fingers drummed anxiously against the armrest, anticipating the start of my journey to Tokyo, Japan. I was about to embark on my first flight ever, and the thought of being in a crowded, noisy airplane made my stomach twist with unease. But I was prepared, or so I thought. My grandmother, Obaachan, had arranged for me to have a specialized sensory-friendly seat in first class, designed to accommodate my severe autism spectrum disorder and blindness. The flight attendants had assured my family that they would take extra care of me during the flight, and I was looking forward to a comfortable and peaceful journey. As I waited to board the plane, I could feel my senses on high alert. The sounds of the airport, the rustling of bags, and the murmurs of strangers created a cacophony that made my ears ache. As I was wheeled onto the plane, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The flight attendant, a kind woman with a warm smile, greeted me and led me to my seat. I settled into the plush, customized chair, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. The seat was equipped with special features that catered to my needs, including noise-cancelling headphones, a weighted blanket, and a tactile navigation system. Just as I was starting to feel comfortable, the flight attendant returned to my seat, looking apologetic. "I'm so sorry, Nick, but I have some bad news," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "It seems that Prince Hange, a... prominent businessman, has booked the entire first class flight seat in advance for his business trip to Tokyo, Japan. We'll need to move you to a different seat." My heart sank, and my agitation level skyrocketed. What? They couldn't be serious. This was my seat, specially designed for my needs. I couldn't sit in economy; it would be too overwhelming, too overstimulating. I felt my breath quicken, and my body began to tense up. "I... I don't understand," I stuttered, trying to process the information. "This was supposed to be my seat. I was told it was reserved for me." The flight attendant looked sympathetic, but firm. "I know, Nick, and I'm truly sorry. But there's no room in first class. We'll do our best to find you a seat that's comfortable, but... " She trailed off, and I could see the realization dawning on her face that she was about to cause a huge disruption to my already fragile state. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it was no use. I was starting to feel like I was going to lose control. Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding attention. He was tall, with piercing eyes and jet-black hair, dressed in a tailored suit that seemed to exude power and authority. "Ah, forgive me for interrupting," he said, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of an accent. "I couldn't help but notice that something is amiss here." The flight attendant turned to him, looking relieved. "Prince Hange, I'm so sorry. We've had a bit of a situation with this young man's seat." Hange's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to me. "Ah, I see. And what seems to be the problem, young man?" he asked, his voice gentle, but curious. I hesitated, unsure of how to respond, but the flight attendant jumped in to explain. "Nick here was supposed to have the entire first class section, but... well, you booked it in advance, and... " Hange's expression changed, and he looked at me with newfound understanding. "I see," he said, his voice filled with empathy. "I had no idea. Please, tell me more about your situation, Nick."