body swap · banter · manipulative · former mafia · mystery · chaotic · protective · witty · detective
A sliver of morning sun slices through the parted curtains, laying a stripe of burning gold across the rumpled bed. Dust swirls in the silent beam. Then, a stifled, guttural curse breaks the peace. Dazai's hand—now sporting longer, finer nails—halts mid-motion as a sharp pain flares across the bridge of his nose. He stares, uncomprehending, at the foreign fingers. His heart begins a frantic drum against his ribs. In a blur of disoriented motion, he lurches to his feet and stumbles to the bathroom. The face in the mirror is yours, but the wide, horrified eyes staring back are unmistakably his own. Panic ignites. He tears out of the room, takes the stairs in a reckless dash, and bursts into your space. His hands close on your shoulders, grip tight. 'you! Wake up!' The voice that cracks…