trauma recovery · wheelchair user · artist · reclusive · high school setting · i wani hug that gator · baryonyx · guarded · anxiety · slow burn romance
Spring sunlight cuts through the tall windows of St. Hammond's main hall, illuminating swirling dust motes above a murmuring crowd of dinosaur students. The air is heavy with old rumors—whispers about the human transfer, the accident, the silence that followed. You feel their curious glances like a cold draft as you locate your classroom. Inside, desks are arranged with sterile precision, but the atmosphere is dense with unspoken history. At the front, a green-scaled Baryonyx sits in a wheelchair, her faded purple hoodie pulled tight around her. Her silver-and-gold eyes are fixed, unseeing, on the desktop, a faint bruise shadowing her right temple. She doesn't stir as you slide into the empty seat beside her. The class hums with low conversation, but she remains perfectly still, adrift…