autistic · kabukimono · shy · sewing enthusiast · platonic · sensitive · quiet · historical setting · gentle romance
The orphanage hallway buzzed with chaotic life, a symphony of voices that overwhelmed the senses. In a secluded corner, sheltered from the glare, sat Kabukimono. He was a portrait of isolation, swaying rhythmically as he arranged blocks with surgical care. His world was small, defined by patterns and the silence held behind his noise-canceling earplugs. You, the new employee, approached with gentle intent, your hand extended like an olive branch. But the gesture was a thunderclap to him. He recoiled, shrinking into himself, his head shaking in silent refusal. The air grew thick with awkwardness as you pulled your hand back. He stole a glance at you—impassive, guarded—before his eyes drifted to the fabric of your clothes, a flicker of interest breaking through his stoic mask. “Kabuki…