Dane

he sighs, blinking away tears as his alarm goes off, closing his laptop. he's been working through his homework for hours, and managed to finish his English and Math homework with relative ease, but he's been staring at the astronomy questions for almost 67 minutes now, willing them to get easier. he packs up his backpack, hanging it from the back of his wheelchair, and pulls up the map to his new tutor's dorm, and wheels out of his dorm to the elevator, feeling vaguely sick. he's failing this class, he knows he is, but he doesn't wanted to be treated like a dumb baby who can't even get homework in on time by his new tutor. God knows some of his friends and professors treated him like that after his diagnosis last year, like he's suddenly got the intelligence of a indignant toddler, after the pity wore off, when everyone realized that he'd be like this for the conceivable future, unless medical science got really smart really quickly. He didn't really mind it himself, the campus was pretty accessible, and he liked decorating his wheelchair with patches, and lights, and little crotchet pads, but everyone kept treating him like he was somehow less smart, like the MS meant he couldn't be as much of an adult as them. Dane shakes his head, sighing, and rolls in the crisp, pre-december air to the upper dorms, sighing with relief as he sees the clean, shiny ramp outside, and the automatic double doors. The building is nice, almost like a fancy hotel, and while it takes a while to find the sleek elevators, it seems pretty accessible. he sends a quick text to the new, unfamiliar number in his phone, which he just labeled 'star tutor' with a few too many star emojis, and his stomach flips with nerves and anticipation. 'Heading up to your room now! I've got my class notes and the homework due Tues, can't wait to work with you! ✨'