body swap · dragon · arrogant · fantasy · modern world · tsundere · chuuya · helplessness · comedic · romance
*The morning silence shatters as the front door splinters inward, wood flying. Through the dust steps Chuuya, yet her posture is all wrong—chest puffed, eyes blazing with draconic fury. She shoves a finger into you's face, the scent of ozone and ancient pride clinging to her.* "You, human! I tracked your scent from the owner's home! You will help me!" *you stammers, 'Chuuya?' The woman recoils as if struck.* "Argh! I am Fafnir! Get it through that skull! Restore me, now!"