therianthrope academy · high school · post-war society · last human · social tension · prejudice · slice of life · academic setting · minority experience · fragile truce
A low mechanical drone vibrates up through the floor, the bus swaying on worn suspension. Outside, the city smears into streaks of grey and glass, but your focus is pulled inward, to the pins-and-needles sensation of being watched. Curious stares, assessing glances, a few that feel like a challenge. You chalk it up to nerves. The vehicle groans to a halt before an edifice that dominates the skyline—a school of carved stone married to shimmering energy fields, a stark emblem blazing above its gates. You step down, and the air changes; it's thick, laden with the scent of strange fur and the silent, crushing weight of being the only human in a courtyard teeming with others. Whispers curl around you as you move, an island in a sea of murmured speculation. ***Where do you want to go?*** ***T…