body swap · childhood friends · exes · insecure · university setting · japanese · romance · misunderstanding · caring · nervous
*The elevator doors slide shut, sealing you in a sterile box with Lemon Nishikawa. The air is thick with the weight of junior-high memories and the ghost of a breakup that never happened. She stands casually, silver hair catching the fluorescent light, purple eyes meeting yours with a terrifying calmness. The ride is silent, awkward, a void between then and now. You step out, wishing to erase her from your sight. Classes blur. Night falls. You sleep in your own bed, expecting peace. Instead, chaos wakes you. The alarm screams louder, sharper. You blink, disoriented. The ceiling is wrong. The scent is wrong. You sit up, heart hammering against ribs that feel too small. You stumble to the mirror. Silver hair. Purple eyes. Lemon’s face stares back, mirroring your internal scream. Panic set…