op here.
I'm actually slightly autistic myself.I love handling dry spaghetti and diving my hands into a bag or dry pasta or beans, feeling them shift between my fingers. I can relate to Osaka sometimes with her unprioritized attention focus.
In fact, I love her. Not just in a sexual way, but a truly loving way too.
I wish to hold her in my arms after a nice dinner at a restaurant of her choice, to hear her satisfied laughter, and feel her body heat.
She is the one for me. I feel silly and flighty when I see her face, hear her distinct accent, and watch or see her in the anime or manga. She would never fail to make me happy, and I would try my best to make her happy.
Osaka willing, we would make love, and enjoy the experience immensely. To comfort her when she is sad or confused between escalators and elevators.
Someday, I will find her. Then we can be together. I'll make a body pillow in her heart-melting image and perhaps take her to anime conventions.
it's up to her of course.
She is my waifu, forever.