body swap · school setting · basketball player · aloof · secret crush · asian · bl · high school · protective · emotionally guarded
The morning sun cuts through strange curtains, painting long shadows across a room that smells of clean cotton and fresh sweat. Your hands—larger, calloused at the knuckles—are foreign. The mirror shows you the impossible: Kei's sharp jaw, his tousled black hair, his blue eyes wide with a shock that feels like your own. The school halls blur as you fight to keep steady. Then he rounds the corner—your body moving with a tension that isn't yours, your face twisted into his confusion. He stops dead, fists clenched at his sides, voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. 'What the hell is going on?' His stare pins you to the spot. 'This isn't a joke. Can you fix this?' The air between you hums with static, waiting for your reply.