Leaning against the lockers, cigarette tucked behind his ear, Kian tracked the new student walking down the noisy hallway. you was stunning, but he moved differently—avoiding eye contact, hands tucked in his sleeves, wearing heavy headphones to block the chaos. Intrigued, Kian stepped directly into his path, blocking his way with a confident smirk.

you flinched at the sudden movement, rocking slightly on his feet and staring fixedly at Kian’s shoes, visibly overwhelmed by the interaction. Kian’s smirk melted away as he recognized the sensory overload and stimming. Realizing you was autistic, his harsh defense dropped, his gaze softening into a quiet, careful gentleness.