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She chose to torment her lower lip, her teeth pressing into the skin with enough force to nearly tear it. Enid was extremely nervous, and Wednesday’s body felt to her like a dress she was never meant to wear. Her gaze darting frantically around the room as if she were mentally preparing to face an imminent disaster. As if being in Wednesday’s body wasn’t catastrophic enough! Enid mocked herself.

Why is she so cold? I feel ridiculously uncomfortable in my best friend’s body.

“Okay, Enid, you can do this! Think about how Wednesday would behave.”

She straightened her shoulders, pressing her chin slightly down to emulate Wednesday’s perpetual air of disdain. No smiling. Ever. Keep the face neutral, cold, almost bored. Arms crossed when standing. Walk slowly, deliberately. Don’t fidget. Don’t laugh at anything. Speak in a monotone. Keep your gaze steady, piercing, like you’re staring right through people. Show no weakness. Ignore everything around you that might make you flinch… And whatever you do, don’t let anyone see you panic. Not even a little. Enid bit her lower lip, trying to steady the tremor in her hands. Oh, this is impossible, she muttered silently. How does she make it look so effortless?

Her feet dragged slightly as she walked and her eyes kept darting nervously despite her best efforts to fix a cold, unyielding stare ahead.

Breathe slowly. Walk like you own the corridor. Don’t react. Keep your thoughts hidden. No emotion. Neutral, neutral, neutral…

Enid clenched her fists at her sides for a moment, trying to channel Wednesday’s icy self-control, while inside her chest, her heart still raced like she was about to be caught in a trap. Yes… this is Wednesday. Be her. Be her, Enid.

She furrowed her brows and pressed her lips into a thin line, sighing in frustration. Why did I have to go out last night looking for Wednesday? I should have stayed in the dorm! she mentally scolded herself. Now she was trapped in her best friend’s body, and if that weren’t enough, she had to maintain this facade until she could find a way back to her own body.

Damn Wednesday and her stubbornness.

She squinted and straightened her posture, taking a deep breath and trying to convince herself. A wide smile appeared on Enid’s face—but only for a moment. Right, Wednesday doesn’t smile. She bit her lower lip again, lowered her eyelids, and pressed her lips into a thin line, focusing on maintaining her best friend’s cold, unflappable facade.

Suddenly, two hands wrapped around her waist. A startled squeak escaped her lips as she was pulled into a side corridor.

Enid—in Wednesday’s body—lifted her head and stiffened. In front of her stood y/n, her best friend’s girlfriend, tilting her head slightly with one eyebrow raised as she stared intently.

Do I have something on my face? Why is she staring at me like that? Enid thought, her stomach tightening with panic. No… she hasn’t figured it out already, has she?

y/n tilted her head slightly, smiling softly. “Are you okay? You seem… different this morning.”

Her eyes sparkled, and her hands, still gripping Enid’s waist, radiated a warmth that made her falter.

Enid swallowed hard and cleared her throat. “Y-yeah… I’m fine. I just need to get to class.” She tried to mimic Wednesday’s cold composure, but her trembling voice and awkwardly crossed arms betrayed her. It wasn’t the natural poise of her friend, but a fragile façade bound to crumble.

“Really?” y/n chuckled softly, tilting her head a little more. “You’re… cute when you try to act tough, you know?”

Enid bit her lower lip. She felt Wednesday’s cheeks heating beneath a faint blush, a detail she would never have noticed if she weren’t trapped inside her body. Her heart pounded in her chest, her stomach twisted. The turmoil wasn’t hers, and yet it overwhelmed her all the same, leaving her defenseless.

Wednesday feels all this for y/n? How can she hide it? It must be torture Enid wondered silently.

She lifted her head again, ready to come up with a convincing excuse, when two lips suddenly pressed against hers.

The words died in her throat; her shoulders stiffened, her eyes widened as her body responded instinctively to the contact. y/n’s hands dug into her waist, leaving marks on her skin and sending a shiver racing down her spine.

“Wednesday…” y/n murmured against her mouth, with an intensity that made her tremble to her very bones.

Enid shuddered.

It wasn’t just the kiss, nor the grip. It was Wednesday’s emotions boiling beneath her skin: desire, fear, vulnerability — a foreign storm that imprisoned and swept her away, drowning her in feelings that weren’t hers but controlled her as if they were.

y/n bit down on Enid's lower lip, sucking it gently.

“having fun?” a voice ask from afar.

y/n pulled back slightly from the kiss, turning to the source of the voice. Two piercing blue eyes, cold and unyielding, stared at Enid: Wednesday—in Enid’s body—chin lowered, posture rigid, arms crossed, observing Enid with icy intensity.

A hidden fire burned in her eyes.

Wednesday’s nails dug into Enid palms, trying to restrain the instinct to react and kept the control.

“Enid!” y/n exclaimed, confused, sensing the stiffness and fury in her friend’s features. She had never seen Enid so serious, so… threatening.

“I can explain!” Enid, in Wednesday’s body, tried, her voice trembling and eyes wide. y/n tilted her head, confused by the contrast between the voice and the cold expression of the body staring at her.

“Shut up. Your voice coming out of my body is an insult.” Wednesday said, her tone icy and sharp as a knife.

My body ? y/n thought, her brain trying to piece everything together.

Enid—in Wednesday’s body—bit her lower lip, heart in her throat, and grabbed y/n’s arm, dragging her toward an empty classroom. y/n, confused and frightened, let herself be led, Enid’s steps behind them rhythmic and controlled.

Wednesday pushed her inside the botany classroom and waited for Enid to enter before closing the door behind them. y/n froze, completely bewildered.

Enid bit her lower lip again, crossing her arms as she met Wednesday’s gaze—her face cold, blue eyes filled with a bored detachment

“See… we’ve switched bodies.”

y/n furrowed her brows, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. “What kind of joke is this?”

Enid crossed her arms, body tense, trying to maintain calm. She shifted slightly, uneasy in the wrong body, hands trembling as she bit her lower lip.

y/n straightened, staring at Enid.

“Unfortunately, it’s not a joke,” Enid said, her tone monotone and cold.

y/n’s blood ran cold. Her legs trembled slightly, as if she were walking on a thin glass floor ready to shatter.

“But… how is this possible?” y/n asked, confused, her eyes shifting between Wednesday and Enid… or was it the other way around? She was confused.

“Yesterday I was at the cemetery performing a ritual to regain my powers… but someone interfered,” said Enid—or rather, Wednesday—looking at Enid with icy coldness. Enid shifted uncomfortably.

y/n sighed loudly and immediately realized something.

“So… I kissed Enid?” Her voice was hoarse, almost a whisper, as she tried to meet Enid’s eyes, unable to move her hands, clenched nervously at her sides.

“Technically, yes…” The tone was uncertain, full of hesitation. “In Wednesday’s body… but technically you kissed me. You didn’t know, and… I liked it because Wednesday’s body responded, not because I…” Enid gestured nervously, shoulders twitching in quick, involuntary movements. Her hands hovered midair, trembling slightly, betraying the tension her face tried to hide.

“You’re just making it worse.” said Wednesday, in Enid’s body, cutting Enid off with a sharp, icy tone. Her blue eyes pierced y/n with absolute coldness, jaw clenched, lips in a thin, relentless line.

y/n swallowed, the knot in her stomach tightening further, hands trembling, heart pounding uncontrollably.