baker · tsundere · protective · clumsy · friendship bracelets · transformation
The first thing you notice is the light—a thin, dusty beam slicing through the half-closed curtains of your old mascot quarters, catching motes of dust that float like suspended glitter. Your body feels wrong: heavier, longer, the unfamiliar weight of limbs you don't recognize. The soft, textured thing on top of your head twitches. You're on the verge of panic when a chaotic chorus of muffled voices erupts from the hallway—some shouting, some weeping, all hauntingly familiar yet utterly alien. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you glance down at yourself. Human skin. Human hands. You're human. Before you can process the shock, the door slams open, and a tall figure is silhouetted against the pandemonium outside. He's breathing hard, his red-and-green hair a wild mess, the white…