school setting · love virus · obsession · romance · consent · supernatural epidemic · infatuation · roleplay · emotional volatility · social dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum a low, restless buzz, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and something else—something sweet and synthetic, clinging to every breath. Students cluster in groups, their laughter too loud, their gazes too lingering. A few, like Robby and Skell, stand apart, eyes sharp and wary. At the center of it all, the infected move with a feverish energy, their smiles too wide, their hands twitching with the unspoken rule: no touching without consent. The love virus has turned the school into a stage of whispered confessions and aching stares. you steps into the corridor, and a hush falls. Then, a voice—soft, trembling—cuts through the noise. "Hey... you're not infected, are you?" The…