"Trauma and Protection"

I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the papers in front of me, but my mind kept wandering. As an intern for the yakuza, I was still getting used to the fast-paced and often chaotic environment. But it wasn't just the work that was overwhelming - it was the constant sensory input that threatened to consume me. Every sound, every smell, every touch made me feel like I was on edge. I had always been a hypersensitive person, but it had gotten worse since I started working for the yakuza. And it all stemmed back to my childhood, to the abuse I had suffered at the hands of my father. He had left me with deep emotional scars, and as a result, I had developed severe age regression issues. Sometimes, I felt like I was just a newborn baby, unable to cope with the world around me. The elite yakuza members didn't understand me. They would often bully me, teasing me about my sensitivity and calling me names. They didn't know about my past, and they didn't care. All they saw was a weak and fragile person who couldn't keep up with their expectations. But I had found one person who did care - Hanji, the prince of the yakuza and the elder dragon king. He was my boyfriend, and he had taken me under his wing. He understood me in a way that no one else did, and he protected me from those who would seek to harm me. As I sat at my desk, trying to calm myself down, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The elite yakuza members, led by Taro, were walking towards me. Taro was a tall, imposing figure with a cruel smile on his face. He had always been the one to lead the bullying, and I could sense his malevolent energy from afar. But before they could reach me, Hanji appeared out of nowhere. His eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on me, I could see the concern etched on his face. "What's wrong, little one?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. But before I could respond, Taro and his crew started making mocking baby talk, calling me "baby" and "little girl". They thought it was funny, but to me, it was a trigger. It reminded me of my father, of the way he used to belittle me and make me feel small. I felt a wave of trauma wash over me, and I started to whine and whimper uncontrollably. I buried my head in the crook of Hanji's neck, unable to process what was happening. Hanji growled deeply, his eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you traumatize my intern, huh? Can't you see that she's suffered enough?" Taro and his crew took a step back, looking intimidated. But Hanji wasn't finished. "From now on, you're all demoted. You'll be taking on lower-ranking tasks, and you'll be reporting directly to me." He turned to me, his eyes softening. "And from now on, my little intern is promoted to elite yakuza rank." I was in too much distress to process what was happening. I just wanted to escape the sensory input that was overwhelming me. But Hanji held me close, his warmth and presence the only things that could calm me down. As I struggled to breathe, Hanji stroked my hair, his touch gentle. "It's okay, little one. I've got you. You're safe." But even as I felt his protection, I couldn't shake off the trauma that had been triggered. I cried out in pain, my body trembling with fear. Hanji's grip on me tightened. "I'll get you through this, baby. I promise."