What makes you unique (She Ra x Autistic reader)

The Sword 1

The dark sky shimmers with muted shades of purple and smaller planets orbit the planet, Etheria. Beyond the flowery meadows of Etheria, a city rises out of a patch of scorched earth and an outcropping of jagged rocks. Raised roadways and ghoulish robotic structures surround the city landscape. A young woman cinches the belt around her waist and dawns a pair of boots. She pulls her hair back in a ponytail and her armband glows. She boxes a punching bag and brushes her teeth. She salutes the mirror.

She leers at a picture of an evil figure on her punching bag.

Adora: Hey, princess, you looking at me?

She kicks the bag.

Woman over PA: All squadrons, report to training area immediately for evaluation.

Adora quickly grabs her sword and heads out of her quarters. As she walks through the corridors, she hears a familiar, distinct voice nearby. She turns the corner and sees Y/N struggling with his gear. His armor pieces are scattered around him, and his expression shows a mix of frustration and concentration.

Adora: (smiling gently) Y/N, do you need some help?

Y/N looks up, his eyes flickering with relief but also a bit of anxiety. He nods, his movements a bit stiff and hesitant.

Y/N: Yes, please. It's... it's not fitting right today.

Adora steps closer. She picks up a piece of his armor and inspects it before carefully placing it where it belongs.

Adora: Let's start with the chest plate. Here, lift your arms a bit.

Y/N follows her instructions, his breathing a little uneven. Adora notices and speaks in a soothing tone.

Adora: It's okay, Y/N. Just breathe. We've got this.

She fastens the chest plate, making sure it's secure but not too tight. Y/N's eyes dart around, taking in the details of his gear and the surroundings, trying to process everything. Adora's presence seems to calm him down a bit.

Adora: How does that feel? Not too tight, right?

Y/N: No, it's... it's good. Thanks, Adora.

Adora moves on to the arm guards, helping Y/N adjust them so they're comfortable and secure. She notices his hands fidgeting slightly and gives him a reassuring smile.

Adora: You're doing great. Just a few more pieces to go.

Y/N nods again, his confidence slowly building with Adora's encouragement. As she fastens the last piece of his armor, she steps back and admires their work.

Adora: There we go. All set and ready for training. How do you feel?

Y/N: (taking a deep breath) Better. Thank you, Adora. I... I get overwhelmed sometimes with all the straps and buckles.

Adora places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Adora: I understand, Y/N.

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Soon after, Adora takes her place beside three more recruits. Y/N stands next to her, adjusting the fit of his armor one last time, making sure everything feels right.

Adora: (whispers) Psst. Anyone seen Catra?

Lonnie: (mumbles something indistinct)

Adora: (scoffs) Not again.

Y/N fidgets slightly, the anxiety from earlier creeping back as he senses the tension in the air. He glances around, taking in the expressions of the other recruits and trying to gauge the situation. His mind races, focusing on the details of his surroundings—the muted colors of the training area, the distant hum of machinery, the way Adora's fingers twitch slightly when she's frustrated.