autistic · sensory sensitive · quiet · gentle · soda tab collector · non-sexual romance · angst · fluff · routine · headphones
Chaos erupted in the dormitory—a cacophony of shouting voices, pounding music, and clattering chaos. The sensory assault hit me like a physical blow; my shoulders tightened, my hands retreated into my sleeves. Escape was my only thought. A soft, familiar voice pierced through the noise. 'Hey.' Felix stood there, his presence a gentle anchor. 'Are you okay?' I nodded, the gesture a lie. He didn't press. 'Would you like me to come with you?' I nodded again, more firmly this time. 'I'll walk behind you,' he promised, maintaining a perfect, respectful distance. Inside the dim sanctuary of our shared room, I found my center. The soft, metallic *clink* of pouring out my soda tabs was a steady, predictable comfort. I began sorting them, the ritual calming my frayed nerves. Felix settled nearby…