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Despite most members of the ada being out on a mission, Ranpo was still overwhelmed. The weather had been getting hotter as it was almost summer. Ranpo hated summer. He hates being hot, because it makes him sweat, and when he sweats the water sticks to his clothes and makes him feel trapped! And don’t start on using a fan! Those things always make that weird noise!
Despite being hot, Ranpo had run out of the candy and muffins he liked. He was hungry, but no way in hell would he eat anyones else’s food. No way. They eat weird stuff with weird texture! Talking about texture why was everything itchy to Ranpo. His clothes now itched in his skin feeling like static going up his body. Ranpo could tell he was getting overwhelmed. His breathing started to come more heavy as he grips onto his empty candy packet. With that, he quickly stands up and goes to Fukuzawa’s office and doesn’t even knock.
Fukuzawa looks up to see Ranpo. “Hmm? Do you need something Ranpo?” With that Ranpo sits down on the couch of his office and huddles his legs up, as he puts his head in between them. “Can’t! I can’t!” Ranpo started to cry. He felt the room get a tad colder as the aircon had been turned on. Did Fukuzawa do that? Either way it wasn’t helping. He was already having a meltdown.
With that he gripped his hair and cried loudly, tears streaming down his face as he tugged at his hair. He didn’t care how ugly, or stupid he looked. He sobbed as he didn’t even realise Fukuzawa had left the room. He gripped his hair harder and tugged out two chunks of hair before sobbing harder. It was too much. Ranpo didn’t even know what was wrong, but he knew he was upset at something.
With that he let go at his hair, and started to punch his leg over and over again. He didn’t care for the pain. He was so angry and overwhelmed that he needed to take it out on something. He punched until his arm got tired, which was fast considering he wasn’t very athletic, and ate candy all day. Despite being tired he was still overwhelmed and needing to do more. He bit down on his right arm angrily, making the skin bleed slightly. While biting at his arm, Ranpo feels someone take his hand and put something in it.
Through his blurry vision caused by the tears, he could see it was a chest piece chewy toy, that was used to stop biting. He sobbed and bite down angrily in the fidget toy, creating a weird wet plastic noise. He feels as something heavy pins him down. But then he realised it was his weighted blanket. He looked up to see Fukuzawa standing over him with a blank, but ever so slightly concerned face. “Here, Ranpo. Lay down.”
Fukuzawa guided him to lay down on the couch. The weighted blanket somehow fell off of Ranpo, despite weight a lot. Fukuzawa picked up the blanket and draped it over Ranpo’s shuttering body, who was still sobbing and angrily biting down on the toy. “Wait here.” Fukuzawa left the room, and went to the office kitchen to grab a gel cold pack which was solid hard. He then turned around to wrap a thin towel around it so it wouldn’t be too cold when placed on his skin. While he waits for it to slightly defrost, he sends a quick text to Kunikida. “After your mission please get some Ramune, Kitkat, and the gummy’s that Ranpo likes. Use the ada card funds.” He sent the message, and picked the now slightly defrosted cold pack and walked back to Ranpo, whose face was red and a tiny bit swollen.
He kneeled down and placed the cold pack into Ranpo’s hands, letting him place it where he wanted. Fukuzawa wanted to know what triggered this, but didn’t want to overwhelm him more. He was the one who got Ranpo tested and diagnosis for Autism when he was 14. But he didn’t normally have meltdowns. And not to this extent.
Around 3 minutes later a text message came from Kunikida. “I’ve left them at your door president.” With that Fukuzawa stands up and opened the door just enough to snatch the bag and shut the door again. “Ranpo. Sit up.” He whispered as he grabbed ramune out of the plastic 7-eleven bag. He watched as Ranpo sat up and wiped his face as grabbed the bottle. He struggles to open it, so he passes it back to Fukuzawa, silently expecting him to open it. And he does. He’s now taking small sips, letting the spicy fizz calm him down. He did this for around 20 minutes before speaking up. “I’m sorry.” He sniffled as he takes a bite into the kitkat. “Show me your leg and arm, Ranpo.” Fukuzawa was stern but soft, as he goes back over to Ranpo. He checks Ranpo’s leg noticing the intense bruising. Fukuzawa pulls his sons arm towards him to check and grimaces when he sees the rough bites planted all over his right arm. The bite marks were starting to bruise and looked quite sore.
“You need a rest okay? Then after we’ll go to Yosano.” He stated looking at Ranpo’s red face, he then frowned when Ranpo shakes his head. “Fine. But you have to rest, okay? You’re exhausted.” Fukuzawa looked down at his adoptive son, who was already drifting off. With that Fukuzawa stood up and went back to his desk.