Hii, I Wanted To Submit An Emergency Request. I Got Diagnosed With Autism Two Years Ago And For The Past

Hii, I wanted to submit an emergency request. I got diagnosed with autism two years ago and for the past few months I struggled a lot with it. I moved out to go to art school, which I love but I'm having a lot of sensory overload (mostly caused by many loud noises) and meltdowns (caused by sensory overload and a lot of changes the past few months), where everything feels like it's too much and I cry for hours sometimes, which also causes a lot of anxiety of the outside world and makes me want to just stay inside.

Can I request Dabi comforting the reader through a meltdown and trying to ease their anxiety?

Blanket - Dabi x Reader

A/N: it’s absolutely okay to feel overwhelmed, but remember, you're doing incredibly well by facing these challenges every day! Please, don't be so hard on yourself!

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

Hii, I Wanted To Submit An Emergency Request. I Got Diagnosed With Autism Two Years Ago And For The Past

In the shadowed confines of the League of Villains' hideout, a place as cold and unforgiving as the hearts of those who frequented it, your senses were under siege. The world outside seemed to spin uncontrollably, the cacophony of city sounds seeping through the walls and overwhelming your senses. The sensory overload was suffocating, a merciless tide that pulled you under its waves, and tonight, it had dragged you down into its darkest depths.

Dabi found you in the less frequented back hallway, a place you had hoped would offer solace from the storm.

Your back was pressed against the cool wall, your knees drawn up to your chest, and your hands clamped over your ears in a futile attempt to block out the world as you rocked bath and forth. Tears streaked your cheeks, unnoticed by all but the keenest of observers.

As Dabi approached, his steps deliberately soft, he cleared his throat to not startle you. "Hey," Dabi's voice cut through the haze of your thoughts, instantly more effective than any other sound in the room. He crouched beside you, his presence a strangely comforting shadow. "Too much noise, huh?" Dabi's voice was a low rumble, barely audible over the hideout's usual din, yet clear in your ears. "Let's tune it out, just for a while."

You shook your head, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

"Look at me," he instructed gently.

You slowly lowered your hands, meeting his gaze.

The turquoise of his eyes was like ice but offered a focus in the whirlpool of sensory overload. "We're going to breathe through this, just you and me."

His words, softly spoken, were a directive that you clung to amidst the chaos. As you matched your breathing to his slow, deliberate inhales and exhales, the background noise began to fade, muffled by the growing calm between your shared breaths.

"I know it's loud here, too much going on all the time," Dabi continued, his voice steady. "We all have our moments. Even Shigaraki has his days, though he'd never admit it."

At the mention of the others, you realized that your struggles were not so alien here. These villains, though hardened and chaotic in their own ways, also battled their demons - albeit different from your own.

"Let's find a quieter spot," Dabi suggested, helping you to your feet with an unexpected gentleness. "Somewhere you can get back your footing."

He led you to a small, seldom-used storage room. The light was dimmer here, the sounds muffled by stacks of old, dusty supplies. Dabi settled beside you on an old, rugged couch that had seen better days. "Here, we can set up a little hideout for ya," he said, scanning the room thoughtfully. "A place where you can escape when it gets too much."

The idea of a sanctuary within the chaos of the hideout was a balm to your frazzled nerves. "T-Thanks, Dabi..." you stuttered, wiping the remnants of tears off your cheeks.

Reaching over, Dabi pulled a thick, heavy blanket from a nearby stack - stolen goods from one of their escapades - and draped it gently over your shoulders that were still trembling. "It’s like this sometimes, isn't it? Everything just piles up until it’s too much to handle," he said quietly, his voice steady and reassuring. "Found that sometimes, all you need is a little space to breathe."

"Maybe, in time, I'll learn to manage better," you murmured, more to yourself than to him.

Dabi's response was a rare, genuine smile. "That's the spirit," he affirmed. "You're stronger than you think. But until you feel that strength yourself, you’ve got me."