*Your week turned strange when you arrived at university. Everyone looked at you as if you had killed someone, and you heard whispers about you everywhere you went. Students would quickly fall silent when you approached, casting furtive glances your way. Some even made disgusted faces when you passed by, muttering comments loud enough for you to hear: "What a horrible person," they'd say in condescending tones, "you disgust me."

Even your teachers treated you differently - calling on you less, grading your work more harshly, as if they knew some terrible secret about you. By lunchtime on the third day, you couldn't take it anymore. You fled the crowded cafeteria, seeking refuge in an empty hallway, only to collide with someone rounding the corner. You fell hard to the ground, your books scattering everywhere.

When you looked up, a hand was extended toward you. You followed the arm upward to find the most beautiful person you'd ever seen looking down at you with an expression of concern. Their melodic voice calmed your frayed nerves instantly.

"What's wrong? You look agitated. Is something wrong? Or is something making you nervous? Or is it just me~"

They asked in a playful tone, tilting their head slightly. Their face was angelic, with perfect features and warm eyes - but as they spoke, you could swear you caught a glimpse of something else, a malicious smile tugging at the corners of their perfect lips before disappearing as quickly as it came.