NOTE !
body swap au
It was hard for the both of them to adjust with someone else's life... at first.
A smug smirk was present on the (H/C)-ette's features as she towered the staggering boys, "Now scram, you cowards!"
𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉?!
Rumors spread around the school like wildfire about this certain delinquent being so nice and modest all of a sudden. Surprisingly, even the student council had taken a liking to this new demeanor.
𝒲𝐻𝒜𝒯 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿 𝒜𝑅𝐸 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝒟𝒪𝐼𝒩𝒢?! 𝒮𝒯-𝒮𝒯𝒪𝒫 𝐼 𝒯!!
It was definitely chaotic for the both of them to adjust.
And yet, day by day, they somehow managed to live a somewhat placid life — or at least it seemed like it.
𝒪𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒶, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝓂 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓅𝒶𝓁'𝓈 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒?
𝒪𝐼, (𝐿/𝒩)! 𝒲𝐻𝒴 𝐼𝒮 𝒯𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝒜 𝒢𝒰𝒴 𝒞𝒪𝒩𝐹𝐸𝒮𝒮𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒯𝒪 𝑀𝐸??!
Days into weeks, they have adapted to the mysterious phenomenon that occurred to the both of them. They set up rules about their life so they wouldn't make a fool of themselves and become the butt of the joke throughout the entire day, or worse their entire life.
"Eh?!"
(Y/N) swiftly combed her unkempt (H/L) (H/C) hair and tried to find a decent outfit for an unannounced event. It was a peaceful Saturday, a day in which she can finally relax from all the trouble her counterpart caused the whole week. Instead of relaxing, she is instead panicking before her remaining time ends. When she was done and neatly dressed, she read the note on a sticky paper located on her desk.
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒩𝒶𝓀𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓂𝒶, 𝓈𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉!
A smile crept onto her lips, unbeknownst to even herself, heart beating rapidly as she started to fangirl. She had to admit, she was greatly appreciated him for getting her on a date with the aforementioned name, Nakajima, her childhood crush, but she's just worried how did he got her to a date.
She shook her head to dismiss the growing doubts inside her head, 'This is it. This is the moment I've been waiting for!'
But before she left, she briskly jotted down on a paper about whatever it was in her mind — a message for their next swap.
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The blinding light that appeared a while in her vision slowly vanished and the first thing she saw is a close up view of what appears to be a worried expression of (Y/N)'s mother.
The surroundings were completely different and she was laying on a bed wearing a hospital clothing.
'Huh, that's strange... I can't remember a thing....'
Every inch of her mother's face spelled worried. The older woman proceeded to embrace her daughter tightly to the point that she might die of suffocation. The mother then withdraw herself from (Y/N), now with a less worried, more reassured expression as she tucked some strands of (Y/N)'s (H/C) hair and finally spoke up, "This may seem confusing to you but...." She stepped aside and to reveal a man with a white coat.
(Y/N) learned that she got into a car accident that caused her to lose some memories.
Her mother reported to her that she was saved by a young boy that seemed to be just around her age and her mother was incredibly grateful by that boy's actions. And as if (Y/N) had some insane luck magnet, she was almost on the brink of death but the doctors managed to revive her and kept her alive.
After she's been discharged from the hospital for 2 months for the reason of undergoing tests in case something significant changed, the first thing (Y/N) did when she arrived home was scavenge her room, believing that it might help her regain her missing memories.
The recognizable yet unfamiliar (F/C) color of the wall of her own room gave off a nostalgic vibe but it had no effect on her. She strolled around the room whilst observing every little detail before she went on her feather-like bed. A small smile of pleasure unknowingly crept on to her lips as she bounced on the comfortable cushions then she stopped when her curious (E/C) eyes caught a seemingly abandoned study desk at the far corner of her room.
Like any study desks, it has books, a small lamp, notebooks, a laptop, you name it! But what definitely caught her eyes was a bunch of scattered papers piled on it. As if it has magic that beckons her, she went over and sat on the swivel chair and observed it.
The letters were a bit hard for her slightly hazy mind to comprehend but she got the hang of it once she fully understands. She realized these letters are accounts from herself and someone named Tenga Onigawara, respectively.
The (H/C)-ette intently stared at Onigwara's handwriting as it emitted a familiar feeling and yet she couldn't put a finger on it. The handwriting was messy that she couldn't understand a thing. Even if she did inhale the scent of paper to gather some "clues" to answer that mysterious feeling, there's nothing particular to it.
In the meanwhile, she could only read the remaining letters as she slowly have gotten intrigued on her own past self as well as this imaginary pen pal — at least that's what she believed. It might've made her chortle every once in a while with these petty arguments directed at each other in which resulted the occasional visit with one of her family members to check what's wrong.
Until the very last letter from her account.
𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃, 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇....
The last letter caused her to ponder so hard she might've gotten a headache. It replaced her somewhat lively attitude to a more gloomy one.
'What do I want to tell to this "Onigawara" guy?'
'Are we friends?'
'What's his significance in my life?'
'Have I ever seen him before?"
Millions of questions piled inside the poor feverish mind of (Y/N) but there's one thing she's eager to know: who is this Onigawara?
"Just who are you, Onigawara Tenga...?"
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A dull 4 months had passed since the two of them haven't had any contact with each other after the accident.
Despite having little to no memories of any other relatives other than (Y/N)'s own family, the Kageyamas had invited the (L/N)s over at theirs for a reunions because it's been long since they've last seen each other. The most ecstatic of all in the (L/N) family would be (Y/N), as she seemed to be extremely joyous to find out there's some other relatives she have living in a more urban area in the city.
The car trip was lively to the family's surprise, but mostly it was just (Y/N) studying the Kageyama family to prepare a decent first impression to them.
By the time they got to their destination, the (H/C)-ette received sorrowful pities from the Kageyamas but she quickly dismissed the topic, having no interest to indulge it any further. The (H/C) haired female asked her parents for permission to stroll around the city in the meantime. Of course, they wouldn't accept that.... without an escort, and that would be her timid cousin, Shigeo!
"Hurry, hurry! You're as slow as a snail, Shige!"
The energetic (Y/N) merely giggled at how much stamina her cousin already wasted despite at least 1 mile far from home.
The bowl-cut boy panted from the run when he finally caught up with his cousin. He felt his lungs burning badly as beads of sweat raced down from his forehead. "How..how...is...(L/N)-san..." As soon as "(L/N)-san" were released from his mouth, she interrupted him with a less cheery tone, "Shige, just call me (Y/N), okay?" She insisted then she snapped her fingers and said what she have in mind, "Or better yet, (N/N), teehee!"
The ridiculously huge grin plastered on (Y/N)'s face seemed to infect Shigeo as well as his the thin line slowly tugged upwards and nodded in affirmation.
The two dawdled around the bustling streets of Seasoning City all the while enjoying the trip together. Throughout the whole stroll if you could call it that, (Y/N)'s grin never faltered, full of viridity and astonishment at some places, as if it was a trip in some tourist attractions — which I suppose it kinda is.
When exhaustion had finally caught up with them, they decided to rest for a short while and resume after that and what better place to rest all the while sightseeing is the park.
The both of them were only a few yards away from the park when the female cousin was instantly engulfed with a strange vibe followed by nausea.
"Oh..."
Worry was painted all over her cousin's face which is usually straight-face, "W-what's wrong?"
"I...I...suddenly feel...dizzy..."
"(L.../N).....!
"...shit!"
"(L........./N)!"
"......die......now....goddamn it!"
In spite of this miraculous day that the gods have bestowed upon her, as beautiful as she could see it — if she even could that is — the pastel blue sky seemed to ridicule her poor condition at the misfortune that just happened to her.
'What is happening?'
Noises. Various kinds of noises.
Shrill screams, boisterous car sounds, cacophonous chattering.
'Just what the hell is going on?'
It appears that most of her body senses seemed to have been immobilized. Regardless, her sense of sight was the only thing still functional, albeit her vision was going obscure in a leisurely pace.
And the last thing she saw was a faint figure of a navy blue pompadour haired guy.
(Y/N)'s getting more and more dizzier by the second. She felt a fuzzy feeling had engulfed her entire being as her consciousness was going to drift away. The female employed her cousin's shoulder as a support to stay still and on cue the bowl-cut boy managed to keep her up despite his small stature.
"Maybe we should go home.."
No words formed out of the (H/C)-ette's mouth so the only response the male received was a mere nod.
And whether it was by pure coincidence or not, a certain pompadour haired delinquent was idly ambling around. From the corner of his eyes, he saw something or rather someone familiar..
Utterly familiar..
'White-T Poison..... is dating (L/N)?!"
On instinct, the navy blue haired delinquent briskly sauntered towards the duo to see if it was really them.
"H-hey..."
The gruff voice caught the duo's attention. As the two turned around out of politeness to whoever it is, Tenga's jaw dropped at these two that he knew all too well.
'It's (L/N), alive and well.... with White-T Poison.'
Shigeo was calm as he's always been, whilst (Y/N) gazed at the bewildered boy with her naive (E/C) pools.
Tenga wanted those words he formed in his mind to be released but all of it seemed to have been whisked away as he opened his mouth to speak so instead it's, "(L-L/N)??"
Said name slightly tilted her head by the mention of her name, clear confusion swelled upon her porcelain-like features.
He knew it. He knew it was her but something felt.... wrong..
As the (H/C)-ette began to speak back, it seemed that the delinquent's heart just fell at the bottom of a pit.
"I'm sorry but.... should I know you?"