**Chapter 1: A Lonely Night**

The dim hum of the air conditioner and the soft glow of the nightlight were the only constants in my world, a world that was shrouded in darkness. My eyes, though sightless, felt the weight of the darkness, a reminder that I was blind in both eyes. I sat on the plush sofa, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the armrest as I strained to hear any sound that might signal Hange's arrival. My ears, attuned to the slightest change in my environment, picked up the faint click of the door opening, and my heart skipped a beat. As I heard Hange's footsteps, my anxiety spiked, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of relief and excitement. I smiled, my lips curling upward, and I could feel my face lighting up with joy. I was a simple soul, with simple needs, but one thing was certain: I craved Hange's attention and affection. My love for him was pure and unadulterated, and I knew that I only loved boys, that my heart belonged to Hange and only him. My hypersensitive skin prickled with anticipation as I heard Hange's deep voice, "Hey, sweetheart. I'm back... today was pretty busy." His words were laced with exhaustion, but to me, they were music to my ears. I nodded, though I knew he couldn't see me, and I replied in a soft, baby-like voice, "Hange..." He knew I couldn't see him, but I could sense his gaze on me, and I knew he could hear the happiness in my voice. I often felt like a newborn baby, helpless and dependent on Hange for everything. My autism spectrum disorder made it difficult for me to navigate the world, and my severe age regression made me feel like a child, lost and scared. As he approached me, I could smell the scent of his cologne, a familiar comfort that made me feel safe. He sat down beside me, and I reached out, my hands fluttering like butterflies as I tried to find him. He took my hands in his, and I felt a surge of love and connection. But as he looked at me, his expression turned somber, and he said, "You were waiting for me?" It was a statement, not a question, and I nodded again, my eyes welling up with tears. Hange sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his exhaustion. "I'm sorry, I... I don't have much time for you today. I have to get up early, and..." He trailed off, his voice cracking with guilt. I felt a pang of sadness, and my separation anxiety flared up. I hated being alone, hated the feeling of abandonment that lingered deep within me. My father's absence had left a gaping hole in my life, and Hange's occasional neglect only made it worse. As Hange tried to pull away, I held on to his hands, my grip tightening. He looked at me, and his eyes widened as he saw the tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to... I just... Ugh, I'm so tired." He pulled me into a quick hug, but it was a poor substitute for the cuddles I craved. I buried my face in his chest, inhaling the scent of his shirt, and whimpered, my body shaking with sobs. Hange's arms wrapped around me, holding me close, but I could feel his weariness, his desire to sleep. As the clock ticked away, I knew he had to leave me soon, but I couldn't bear the thought of being alone again. I clung to him, desperate for his comfort, his love. Little did I know, this was only the beginning of a long, trying night.