This is gender-neutral, and either OC insert or self insert.

Whatever works for you.

MC in this doesn't exactly have selective mutism, but talks as little as possible. They have extreme social anxiety.

Tw: Social anxiety.

I twirled my fork, swirling it through the slop that was served on Kamino. I sighed and put the utensil down, not hungry for whatever the kriff this was.

"What's wrong, not hungry?" A reg mocked.

I flinched away from him.

"Not gonna answer?" His friend taunted.

"No," I murmured, keeping my gaze on my meal.

The regs exchanged looks. 

"It's rude to ignore people," the first one said, dumping my tray all over my clothes.

The slop spilled onto my outfit, the chunks falling around me. I stayed silent, staring at my ruined clothes.

They snickered and high-fived each other, walking away. I watched them leave then stood up, putting my tray away.

"You good?" Someone asked as I walked by.

"Yes," I automatically answered.

"Then what's with your clothes?" He asked, flicking his eyes up and down me.

"An accident," I mumbled and pushed past him.

He caught up to me, his brown hair barely shifting as he moved. "I saw what they did."

"Yeah?" I hummed.

"Yeah," he responded. "Why did they do that?"

I shrugged.

"You don't talk much, do you?" He questioned.

"Not really," I said.

He continued walking by my side. "My name's Fives."

"Obviously," I remarked.

He squinted at me. "How's it obvious?"

"Your tattoo," I told him, pointing at it.

"What if my name was number?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face.

"But it isn't," I shot back.

I reached my quarters and stopped outside it. "Goodbye, Fives."

"Wait, what's your name?" He blurted out.

I told him my name before stepping inside, closing the door behind me.

I changed into my one other set of clothes, setting the old one aside to deal with later. I checked the time and saw it was training time, so I set out for the highlight of my day.

I grabbed the blaster that was set out and entered the training room.

I went through my drills, then had my blood be drawn, per usual.

"So?" I prompted as Nala Se took my blood pressure.

"The answer is the same as always," she coldly replied before walking off, results in hand.

I curled in on myself, but went off to my room.

I sat on my bunk and stared at the wall, at the scratches I had made.

Two hundred and twelve scratches.

I took the knife I had stolen from the cafeteria and made another mark, bringing the number to two hundred and thirteen.

I'd been stuck here for two hundred and thirteen days.

I tucked my knees to my chest and cried myself to sleep for yet another night, just wanting to be able to leave.

"Still not talking?" The reg asked as he tossed my bread up in the air.

I didn't reply.

"Freak," he muttered.

I lowered my head to hide the tears that were in my eyes.

He walked off, laughing with his friends.

I put my still full tray away, no longer hungry.

"Hey!" Fives greeted me. "What's up?"

"Nothing," I quietly said, 

"I saw you two talk," Fives commented. "What did he say to make you upset?"

"Nothing," I whispered.

"Nothing? You seemed pretty upset," Fives said. "I saw your tears."

I briefly wondered why he was watching before shaking that thought from my head.

"Can I eat with you tomorrow?" Fives asked.

I shrugged. 

"See you then!" Fives said before running off.

I skipped training today and went straight to my examination.

Blood was taken, blood pressure was taken and I worked up the courage to finally ask the question.

"When can I go home?" I softly asked.

Nala Se sighed and put down the results. "You signed a form, and that gave us permission to keep you here as long as needed. We were planning to clone you, but your... social problems are an issue. We simply can't have soldiers who are afraid of talking to people."

"So?" I fearfully asked.

"We would send you home, but you've seen too much of our operation. We can't let you leave," Nala Se calmly said. "You'll remain here for the foreseeable future."

I nodded, then as soon as she left, I ran for my quarters.

Two hundred and fourteen scratches.

I cried myself to sleep that night as well.

"Hey," Fives greeted me as he sat next to me. "How's it going?"

"Fine," I muttered. 

"I'm doing great!" Fives told me. "Kix gave me a medical exam and didn't even notice I had gotten stabbed the other day!"

I stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

"I stitched it up myself!" Fives proudly boasted. "And he didn't even notice that I have a giant scar now!"

I shook my head and snorted.

"Was that a laugh?" Fives excitedly asked. "Did I get you to laugh?"

"Maybe," I said, a hint of a smile growing on my face.

"Aw, did you finally make a friend?" The reg taunted.

I lowered my gaze to my tray.

"Still can't talk," the reg laughed before walking away.

"Does that happen all the time?" Fives asked, glaring at the reg.

"Yes," I said and stood up.

"Hey, where are you going?" Fives frowned.

"Not hungry," I whispered and put my tray away.

"Aw, you're leaving?" Fives pouted. 

I hesitated. "I can stay."

"Yay!" Fives cheered. 

I sat back down and played with my fingers to distract myself from how awkward this was.

Did he only say that because he was being nice, or did he actually want me to stay?

"Credit for your thoughts?" Fives said, leaning on the palm of his hand.

"Nothing," I shook my head.

"I'm thinking about what would happen if you gave banthas rocketpacks," Fives earnestly said.

I squinted at him. "What?"

"Imagine it!" Fives said. "Banthas that could fly!"

"That is one of the stupidest things I've heard," I chuckled. "Where do you come up with these?"

"I just do," Fives shrugged. "Anyways, do you think I'd make a good lawyer?"

I snickered. "No. Lawyers need to be focused all the time."

"And I'm not?" Fives raised an eyebrow.

"It's not a bad thing, I just don't think it would be your thing," I explained. "My mother is a lawyer."

"You have a mom?" Fives gasped. "What's that like?"

"Fun, I guess?" I ran my hands through my hair. "I wish I could see her."

"Why don't you?" Fives questioned.

I rolled my lip between my teeth. "I don't know if I can tell you."

"Aw, come on!" Fives pleaded. "I'm really good with secrets! I haven't told anyone that I have a dent on the back of my head from when I got into a bar fight!"

"You just did," I pointed out.

"Dang it!" Fives huffed.

"Fine, I'll tell you," I said, holding back laughter. "I can't leave Kamino."

"What?" Fives frowned. 

"I signed a contract... and now they're not letting me leave Kamino," I said, giving a tight lipped smile.

"That's not right," Fives scowled.

I sighed. "What can I do? I signed a contract and now I'm stuck here for the rest of my life."

Fives looked to the sides before leaning forward. "I can get you out of here."

"Really?" I gasped. "You're not messing with me?"

"I'm heading off world in two rotations. You can come with me! I'll sneak you in my bag!" Fives excitedly whispered.

"Good plan, except for the bag part of it," I smiled. "Thanks, though."

"How about in a closet?" Fives suggested.

I pursed my lips. "It could work."

"Let's do it then!" Fives said. "Meet me here in two rotations!"

To be continued...