"Your cheeks are flushed, and you're shivering; it looks like you caught a cold. I'm taking you back to my place so you can recover.~"
"W-wait no!~"
"Why did you even come today?! So reckless!~"
I watch as Kioshi, a fellow underclassman, is dragged off by Fudo, who has seemingly gathered extensive medical knowledge throughout his computer science studies. Poor Kioshi, he was so young, and yet the BL spell got him, too.
The BL spell. It's what I call the phenomenon in this world that leads attractive, "different," bad, heartbroken, frail, intelligent, or foolish boys to their own demise… a BL love story. Sure, they don't actually die… well, they can, but that depends on the BL's level.
I, the only one in this world with an ounce of common sense, have created a very efficient ranking system for BLs. I call it Satoshi's Calculator and Analyzer of Bl's, S.C.A.B. for short. In S.C.A.B., BLs are ranked on a scale of 1-13, as 13 is a very unlucky number, and if you find yourself in a Level 13, you are in fact very unlucky.
Kioshi, it seems, has found himself tangled up in a Level 4. A BL where the TM (Top Male) is very controlling, yet kind to the B.M. (Bottom Male). Typically, as I just witnessed here, the BM will overexert themselves until they fall ill, which the T.M. will promptly take notice of. In fact, I can say with utmost certainty that Kioshi is definitely over-exerting himself now, as Fudo "won't be able to control himself, yada yada."
Sighing, I look at the clock. Thirty minutes have passed by, which means a limping boy in a turtleneck should burst in at any minute.
"Sorry, I'm late!~" Sure enough, a scrawny boy in a green turtleneck limps in, taking a seat at the back.
"This is all your fault, Jiro.~" He says rather loudly, yet, as always, I'm the only one who hears it.
That's another thing about this world: everyone loves to whisper to themselves. Surprisingly, they get away with it, as I'm apparently the only one with working ears.
When the professor, a young, tall, and handsome man, like all of my other professors, finally dismisses us, I pack up my things at a normal speed so as not to be too noticeable and head towards the door.
I've found that in order to protect my chastity, I must act as average as possible. That means I mustn't be a loner, have crazy hair colors, come into class late or early, be unreasonably nice/rude to another male, have opinions, or be super frail or fit… just average. I cannot stand out from the crowd, or I will certainly meet my demise.
"Satoshi Masuda, please wait after class for a few minutes. There is something I would like to discuss with you.~" Professor Sugimoto calls out to me, not looking up from several papers scattered throughout his wooden desk.
I have to think of an excuse and fast, before I find myself trapped in a Level 5. A forbidden love BL between a hot, muscular teacher and a student. This BL can sometimes work vice versa, with the student being muscular and the teacher being weak and shy. Unfortunately, Professor Sugimoto is none of those things, as I can see the outline of his 12-pack through his white dress shirt. His professional outfit is honestly ridiculous. Does this university even have a dress code policy for its employees?
"Sorry, I can't be late for my next class." I attempt to excuse myself.
"I will speak to your professor myself. Come here.~"
This is not good. Professor Sugimoto seems to be the controlling type, which I honestly should have expected; most TMs are. Reluctantly, I approach his desk. I can't make any more excuses, or I will stand apart from my peers, and that would be the worst possible move I could make in this predicament.
"Mr. Masuda, I have noticed that your grades are slipping a bit in my class. I would like you to come in early a few times a week and we- ~"
"I will be sure to get my grades up, Professor; however, I have other things planned in the mornings." I cut him off. "If my marks are still not satisfactory by next week, I will be sure to come in early." With that, I turn and swiftly make my way towards the door.
My advanced literature mark is a solid C, but I guess that's not average enough to blend in with my peers. Reluctantly, it seems I will have to study more. If I could get a tutor, I would have by now, but I don't want to find myself trapped in a Level 2.
"It's rude to cut your elders off.~" Professor Sugimoto's large fingers grip my wrist, and he roughly spins me around.
I sigh, it seems as though I will have to drop this class; however, right now, I need to figure out a way to protect my chastity from this controlling TM.
"His wrist is so thin and frail.~" Professor Sugimoto whispers to himself.
This is not good! It's been a while since I've found myself stuck in a situation like this. The only way out now is to find a suitable sacrifice.
"Oh! Oda (the sacrifice), didn't you say you needed extra help in literature?" I call out to the small boy walking by the doorway.
"Yes! I do need some help!~" A smile creeps up my face as he enters the classroom.
"Well, you're in luck! Professor Sugimoto is now offering extra help for struggling students." I free my wrist, shaking it out in an attempt to regain feeling.
"I-I'm in the regular literature class. Do you think he'd still help me?~" Oda, as expected, blushes.
"He's so small and cute.~" Professor whispers at a normal volume.
"Wow, he's really tall and muscular, I wish I could be more like that,~" Oda whispers also at a normal volume.
Of course, neither of them heard each other; they never do. However, I'm sure many shameful acts will occur in this classroom by the end of the week, under the guise of studying.
I retrieve my things and walk out the door, deciding to find a spot to hide until calculus is over. I can't go to class now, as late students stand out, and I definitely don't want to stand out.
Unfortunately, my prospective hiding places are very limited. I can't go to a cafe, or a cross-dressing boy may come for me. Worse, I could end up stuck working there myself. It would be a classic Level 6. Forceful, somewhat of a loner boss, entangled with the new reluctant employee, working off some sort of debt, or a friend I forgot I had, could develop sudden feelings after seeing me dressed as a girl or some sort of bunny-boy.
Maybe I can hide in the janitor's closet…
"Ngh! Kaori, stop! What if someone hears?!~"
I can hear.
"If you're a good boy and hush, no one will know.~"
I swallow the bile rising in my throat. Disgusting. Why is everyone at this university so shameless? If I hadn't known about the BL spell, I'd be tempted to give them a piece of my mind; however, the last thing I want is to find myself part of their BL romance. I could end up in some sort of side-story, or worse, a love triangle! I shudder and continue walking past the janitor's closet.
Oh, I know! I can hide in the bathrooms.
"Mghn Saburo! Do me harder!~"
Nope.
I turn and quickly exit the bathrooms. I really, really hate this university. Why is everyone always boning?! It's ridiculous, yet pretty typical for those affected by the BL spell, which is essentially everyone, as I appear to be the only sane one in this damned place.
"Yeah, I just want someone submissive and breedable, ya know?~"
"Same bro! It'd be even better if we could share them.~"
"Bro! You're right! That way we could date, but not really!~"
I duck into an empty classroom before two "alpha" males set their eyes on me. If I'm not careful, this could very easily turn into a Level 11 or 12! Seriously, the last thing I want is to be dragged into the Omegaverse cult!
At school and around the city, I've been seeing more and more individuals classifying themselves as alphas, omegas, and betas? Honestly, the whole cult confuses me, people sniffing and biting each other… no thank you! Sadly, "alpha" males seem to be more stubborn than most TMs I've encountered in my 20 years. Bossy, pushy, clingy, slobbery, they're just like a dog that followed you home after a stroll and guilted you into letting it in the house. One thing is for certain, though: these alphas are not entering my house! All I have to do is be completely silent and-
"ACHOO!"
Of course, I let out the most disgusting, ear-shattering sneeze. I wasn't sick this morning, yet I suddenly sneezed at the moment when I needed to be the most quiet. Typical BL spell, always working against me.
"Hey! Did you hear that?!~" Two figures stop in front of the classroom I'm currently hiding in, sniffing the air creepily before they enter.
This is bad… really bad. I cannot, under any circumstance, let them see me.
"Something smells sweet!~"
Sweet?! I haven't showered in 3 days! I know for a fact that my crusty sock odor does not smell delightful.
"It's coming from over there.~"
The two creeps begin to make their way over to my hiding spot. I'm trapped. My only option now is to make a break for the window. I was star track runner in upper secondary school, so I can probably outrun them if they decided to chase after me.
"Gasp! It's an omega in heat!~"
"Don't worry, us two intimidating, but not as bad as other alphas, will help you!~"
What now?
Rather than let the two fools find me, I decided to reveal myself. If this is the day I die, I want to die with honor, not after being found curled under a desk. Who knows, maybe I can get out of this. I've successfully protected my chastity so far; there's no reason why I can't do it now.
"MY BACK DOOR IS LOCK-!"
"Ngh!~"
"ed…" What was that? A smile crawls up my face as I realize I was never the intended target. They instead tower over a midget blonde cowering a few feet away from me. It seems they found someone much more "submissive and breedable" than my average self.
"Wait till you get home, please!" I pick up my backpack and exit the classroom. Cult people sure are weird. Yet, I'm still thankful for blondie being there; if he hadn't, I would have most certainly been mauled by now. A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine the horrid condition his back will soon be in. "My deepest condolences, blondie. Tonight I shall drink a beer in your honor."