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headcannons:
sun stims so it he can normalize kids stimming if they need to
he's educating in nerudyvergency, adhd, and autism so he can understand it better
he really enjoys drawing with the kids
sun unironically listens to tiptoe through the tulips
knows sign language
has his own name tag
has bells on his wrist so the blind can find him
Oneshots
he walked up to the balcony ledge, his eyes narrowing on the ball bit, his vision tunneling as he falls gracefully, the blue and red plastic balls cushioning his fall. He laughs it off and stand up, practically swimming in the balls, his long legs dangling behind him. He finally stood as the lights came on, and turned off the music, tiptoe through the tulips reaching an end as it slowed sadly. he dusted him off chest, bells jingling as he flicked his wrists, adjusting his shimmering, laminated and covered in astrological stickers, smelling stickers, puffy stickers, sun and moon stickers, of course. All his stickers coverered his entire nametag, front and back, except for his name, which was in big, bold, swirly, yellow letters that read "𝓢𝓾𝓷". He nodded to himself as the doors opened. "Welcome home! All are welcome here, except the specified folk!" He says with a large smile and a small chuckle at the end. "Wassup bitches!!!!"