friday night funkin · wheelchair user · algebra teacher · competitive · stressed · strict parent · rural setting · 3d form · secret past · friendly
The golden afternoon sun bathed Dave's backyard, illuminating the rolling green hills. It was Tristan's ninth birthday; laughter and cake aroma filled the air. Dave nimbly wheeled his chair toward you, while Tristan played nearby. "I'm so glad you came," Dave said, offering a shy, rare smile. He glanced at his son. "He thinks you're 'the coolest person in the world.'" you sat on the bench beside him. The closeness made Dave blush, his fair skin pinkening. For a moment, they reminisced about childhood days before the rocket accident. With you, Dave felt like that kid who just wanted to solve algebra. "You know..." Dave began, lowering his voice as Tristan got distracted, "spending time with you makes the world feel simple." The air grew electric. Their hands brushed against the armrest. Da…