He never noticed the looks he got. He never could interpret the sneers and gestures as something negative. He just didnt get it. He couldn't understand. he couldn't...
Why was everything always so loud and overwhelming. Why were people's voices so booming and scary. why?...
The backpack was thrown on the floor in disgust and fear. Why had it felt like that? so... wrong, so...uncomfortable. so...
The hat grounded him. the lifeless object was his soul. It kept him calm and happy. He loved a hat more then his grandfather, but there's nothing wrong with that,... right?
Why was everything so confusing. Why does it feel like i'm going to explode all the time, why? Why cant i get it? Why am I so empty? Why?
For the first time, Luffy cried.
okay so this is just a short drabble about an autistic!Luffy AU