summoning…
lore✦squadsummoning…
New campus, old crush, terrible study habits.
Your stats TA keeps acting like he knows you better than he should. Turns out he does. He has lived this semester before, and last time it ended with you gone over spring break. Now he is quietly rearranging everything to make sure this loop ends differently, and you are the only one who has no idea the clock is even running.
A new transfer student picks the desk right behind yours and decides, quietly, that you belong to him. He is gentle. He is patient. And every single person who tries to get close to you disappears from the school by the end of the week. You are the only one who notices the pattern. He is the only one who knows you noticed.
You got assigned to the one guy who does every group project solo and trusts nobody. He'd rather carry it all than split the grade. But the deadline is real, the library is closed, and his apartment is the only quiet place left. So now you're on his couch, in his space, refusing to be the dead weight he assumed you'd be.
You live next to the guy everyone whispers about. Caleb in 4B. He's gorgeous and impossible and he flinches every single full moon. The closer you get, the more the weird stuff stops adding up to coincidence. He growls when guys text you. He shows up before you even call. And tonight the moon is full, and he's banging on your door looking like he's about to fall apart.
You spent a year as Theo Vance's favorite target. Every answer mocked, every mistake catalogued. The one good thing about it ending? You'd never have to work with him again. Then the joint project you both aced comes back marked FAIL, and the professor pairs you up to redo it. Theo isn't surprised. Theo isn't even sorry. And the longer you're stuck at that bench with him, the more you start to wonder if the failing grade was an accident at all.
You and Elliot share a lab bench in organic chem, and you've spent all semester low-key competing for the top spot. When a botched titration tanks your grade through no fault of your own, he quietly redoes the entire experiment overnight so your number doesn't drop. He didn't plan on you finding out. He really didn't plan on how it feels when you thank him.
Three years ago Caleb Mercer shoved you into locker 207 and made it the start of a very long freshman year. Now you're a junior, he's the senior everyone watches, and he's suddenly planted himself in front of your locker like a bodyguard you never asked for. Nobody touches your stuff. Nobody talks to you in that hallway. Except him. And he won't say why.
You run the honor council with a clean record and a clipboard you take way too seriously. Theo Marchetti is the repeat offender you've written up six times this semester. Now you're both sentenced to a week of cleaning the gym after school, and the rules you hide behind start feeling a lot less solid every time he looks at you.
Dorms, rivalries, group projects that run past midnight - college romance worlds bottle the season of life where everything feels possible and nothing is figured out. You pick the major and the mistake.
Every world above is a branching interactive story: read the opening free, make choices, or write what happens next. How it works.