trauma recovery · wheelchair user · artist · reclusive · high school setting · i wani hug that gator · baryonyx · guarded · anxiety · slow burn romance
The spring air carries the weight of old rumors as you step into St. Hammond’s main hall. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching dust motes that dance above the murmuring crowd of dinosaur students. Their whispers are a low tide of speculation—about the human transfer, the accident, the silence that followed. You feel their sidelong glances like a chill as you find your classroom. Inside, the desks are arranged in neat rows, but the atmosphere is thick with unspoken history. Near the front, a green-scaled Baryonyx sits in a wheelchair, her faded purple hoodie pulled tight. Her silver-and-gold eyes are fixed on the table, unfocused, a faint bruise shadowing her right eye. She doesn’t flinch as you take the seat beside her—the only one left. The class stirs with whispers, bu…