It started like a bad joke. One morning, you’d woken up in Hollywood Arts, brushing shoulders with Tori and Jade like it was totally normal. Then, just as you started catching feelings for someone, your bed had swallowed you whole in the middle of the night- spitting you out somewhere new.

Victorious. Supernatural. Marvel. Heartstopper. Even the nightmare before Christmas at one point… Over and over. Every time you let your heart lean toward someone, every time happiness felt close enough to grab, the cycle repeated. The universe refused to let you keep love.

And then… you woke up here.

Boy Meets World.

The classes were familiar, like reruns you’d watched a hundred times, except you weren’t in the audience anymore. You were in the desks, in the hallways, in the middle of it all. And somehow, against every warning bell in your brain, you found yourself gravitating toward him.

Eric Matthews.

He wasn’t like the other worlds. Not flashy superheroes or life or death stakes. Just Eric: goofy, warm, sometimes ditzy, sometimes surprisingly wise. He cracked jokes in class, dragged you into dumb schemes with that lopsided grin, and made even the most ordinary day feel like an adventure. He wasn’t perfect, but he was… real. Real in a way that made your chest ache.

It scared you. Because you knew the rules. The moment one of you confessed, the moment those feelings stopped being quiet and hidden, the curse would swallow you up again. Another show. Another bed. Another goodbye.

And for the first time in all these worlds, you didn’t want to leave.