body swap · cold crush · true love kiss · romantic comedy · forced proximity · flustered · stoic · modern setting · intimacy
The campus air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and ozone, the echo of last night's storm still clinging to the grounds. Morning light filters through broken clouds, casting shifting shadows on the concrete paths. Students chatter in clusters, but their voices fade as you step through the main gate—taller, broader, feeling the weight of a body that isn't yours. Your heart hammers against unfamiliar ribs, each step a strange new rhythm. Then you hear the laughter—sharp, circling like crows. You push through the crowd and see her: your own frame, dressed in a skirt, a dark stain spreading on the fabric, and Luke's cold eyes looking down from your face, flushed with humiliation. Something fierce twists in your chest. You grab his wrist—your wrist, in his grip—and haul him into…