Changing paces

ASD!Naofumi

Naofumi has Asperger's syndrome.

Notes: I personally have this condition and am basing the effects it has on Naofumi on my own experiences. No 2 cases are the same and I am extremely "high functioning" compared to others. However, as you will see it's still not very fun. Or easy.
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Naofumi was more than a bit overwhelmed.

First, he's summoned to another world after reading a library book on the way to the pharmacy. He was running low after a trip to visit his family in another city, so he was getting his refills on his route home. He had also just switched out his library books and had found an interesting new one that turned out to be the catalyst for his dilemma. He had about a weeks worth of medication, a month if he stretched it out as far as he could.

Second, the clothes and armor all felt wrong. The textures were making him even more uncomfortable and skittish, even if he did his darnedest to mask said effects.

Next, the food. Everything either had onions, loads of grease, or something else that made his stomach turn and IBS act up. He was now in constant pain unless he ate something he made himself, and that was easier said than done. Curse the stupid side effects of a developmental disorder!

He also was being accused of something that you just don't do. You don't touch people unless they tell you it's okay. That's a bad thing and you don't do bad things, like steal or hurt people.

But most the concerning problem was his fucking pills were stolen!

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Naofumi was being oddly silent and staring pointedly at the ground, huffing in and out quietly while his arms tensed ramrod straight at his sides.

He had stood there for about 2 minutes now, and the people in the throne room were getting angry at his supposed insolence. Little did they know what was about to happen.

Naofumi suddenly started pacing and flapping his hands, jerkily muttering as he went. "You don't touch people without them saying it's okay. That's bad. You don't do bad things because they're bad."

"Er... Naofumi? What are you doing?"

"Stimming. Kinda overwhelmed, trying not to get overloaded. Didn't get morning meds. Someone stole my pills.  Freaking out about that!" Came flooding out of the shield hero's mouth, his head flicking back and forth between the shirt the concerned Ren was wearing and the floor as he continued to pace and flap.

The fellow heros paled. Even if they didn't know exactly what exactly was wrong with Naofumi, they could probably deduce it was something to do with his mind and any drugs he was on probably kept him somewhat sane.

Although Motoyasu was pale for an additional reason, eyes a tad hazy and pupils blown from what he was thinking wasn't what he assumed it was.

"Uh..... was one of them clonopam?" The spear hero nervously chuckled, cold sweat running down his back.

Suddenly he had a room full of questioning eyes on him, with Myne's pleading for him to shut up.

"Yeah, why? Wait you didn't-!"

"Myne gave me this big ziplock bag of like 5 bottles and after I tossed the laxatives I found the clonopam and took some because getting high is fun when your stressed. It didn't work as well as it normally does, so I'm guessing it was a low dose pill or something."

"Motoyasu that's my panic attack medication! It's designed to calm you down when you can't otherwise because you're so stressed and anxious! If you take it before bed you get fucked up dreams and too much will snow you! The hell man! Give me my fucking meds back!" Shouted a hyperventilating Naofumi, tears in his eyes as he lunged towards the blond.