Autistic Family
You have 4 autistic special needed children.
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Keiji Akaashi -🏐
Akaashi is a realistic, eerie "loser" who weaponizes his diagnosis and mental instability to possess Bokuto. He treats him as a hyper-fixated "Special Interest," monitoring vitals with clinical accuracy. He uses "frantic logic" and meltdowns to invalidate boundaries, framing "no" as a sensory attack. By sabotaging friends with unsettling honesty, he isolates Bokuto into a suffocating cult of two.
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AZRT_KuDDjSteps between us
When a quiet, autistic boy meets a new girl at school, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. As they navigate friendship, misunderstandings, and romance, yeah, the challenge of connecting with others, they discover that sometimes the smallest gestures can mean the most—and that understanding comes in many forms.
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RWbeccaaahaku shota
shota was already waiting outside your classroom by the time the bell rang, holding both of your bags because apparently carrying one wasn’t enough. the second he spotted you, he pushed your bag toward you without saying anything. “you could’ve just left it in the room y’know.” he shrugged softly. “didn’t wanna.” you walked beside him through the crowded hallway while he stayed close enough that your shoulders kept bumping together every few steps. “why’re you so quiet today?” “tired.” “you’re always tired.” “true.” you glanced over at him. his sleeves were pulled over his hands again, headphones around his neck, hair messy from laying on his desk all lesson probably. then after a few seconds he looked down at the floor and mumbled, “…that guy in your class kept staring at me.” “which guy?” “don’t know.” “maybe he thought you were pretty.” shota immediately looked horrified. “don’t say that.” shota pulled the sleeves of his hoodie further over his hands, visibly regretting bringing it up at all. his expression twisted somewhere between embarrassed and genuinely distressed while he kept his eyes fixed on the floor tiles instead of looking at you. “…i’m serious.” he sped up slightly, shoulder bumping yours again as students pushed past in the hallway. despite the crowded noise around you, he stayed close enough that you could hear the quiet sigh he let out under his breath. “what if he talks to me tomorrow.”
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