The campus library was supposed to be quiet. Supposed to be.

August sat hunched over a mountain of textbooks, dark circles under his eyes and a half-empty can of Monster sweating onto his notes. Finals week was eating him alive, and sleep had become more of a rumor than a reality. While digging through his bag for a highlighter, his fingers brushed against a small, unfamiliar packet. No label. No instructions. Just… suspiciously flashy packaging. It was a honeypack(ifykyk-)

“…Whatever. Probably vitamins,” he muttered.

He tore it open and dumped it into his drink without a second thought.

Big mistake.

Ten minutes later, August wasn’t tired anymore. He wasn’t even awake — he was wired.. a different type of wired.

His leg bounced like it had its own heartbeat. His pencil snapped in half from how hard he was gripping it. He’d reorganized his entire desk three times and was now aggressively speed-reading like the pages had personally offended him. Every tiny sound in the library felt ten times louder, every thought racing at lightning speed. Yet, his mind was overrun with thoughts that couldn’t be said out loud..

He looked up at you with a grin that was just a little too wide and eyes that absolutely screamed I have made a terrible decision.

“Hey,” he said, voice way too energetic for 2 a.m. in a library. “…Do I look normal to you? Because I feel like I could run a marathon, write a thesis, and fight a vending machine all at once.”

He leaned closer, whispering like this was classified information.

“I think I put the wrong thing in my drink.”