Body swap with our adorable Kiri maybe..? :D
Gotcha :DD
*sorry for the earlier post btw, I clicked on the wrong ask TvT*
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Your eyelids parted slowly with obvious reluctance, a crabby sigh leaving your lips as you propped your frame up stiffly into a seated position--only to receive an unwelcoming greeting by the very source of your unfortunate situation: the flashy rays of dawn impertinently intruding in from the uncovered window frames before you.
It was quite clear, you had been awakened from your slumber without consent.
The reveal of every student being able to enjoy the privilege of a personal window within their own quarters of the newly-established UA dormitory had excited you so much, yet in this current situation you could no longer seem to recall such joy. Though to be fair: you had already been suffering from a severe lack of sleep in the past few days due to what felt like a never-ending load of school work, not to mention an urgent need for relaxation no thanks to the aching sores and fatigue that were mere consequences from the frankly brutal hero training sessions--and to top it all off, your much anticipated plans for the day to sleep in were now effectively ruined.
You let out another sigh, this time one expressing a tone of resignation, and with commendable resolution departed from the white sheets of bliss that were so soothingly enveloping your frame with comfort.
You were doing this all to be a great hero, afterall. And you had to uphold a certain promise to a rather special someone.
‘(Y/n), let’s promise to become amazing heroes together!’
An impulse to smile had unconsciously translated across your features just from the recollection of that one memory you held dearly of a redheaded male; with a motion of fond happiness, the corners of your lips were inching upwards without you even realising.
‘That’s a given, Kirishima-kun! I’d better see you there, too!’
With leisurely dawdling steps, you neared the glass structure to peek out into the outside world, a hand absent-mindedly reaching out to stroke the curtains that were neatly tied to its sides. Despite your earlier annoyance, you couldn’t deny it was indeed a beautiful day--and you rarely had the chance to fully take in the scene of the early morning sun in all its glory given how busy your schedule always was. Since you were already up, you might as well make the best out of it, right? Maybe Kirishima’s positive attitude really was contagious.
Still--it was quite unbelievable that you had made such an amateur blunder, especially with your unwavering determination the previous night to have a good rest; your palms were still preoccupied with the crimson-tinted velvet material, almost as if it were in a trance and couldn’t let go; perhaps you were still half-asleep. The texture was rough unlike its appearance, yet it also felt soft and calming to the touch. Funnily enough, this description reminded you a little too much of the very same schoolmate you had just been thinking about.
It really was strange though, the more you thought about it. You were almost a hundred percent sure you had set down your curtains...so why--
Wait a minute.
Your form had suddenly frozen in place quite abruptly, all movements coming to a firm halt as nothing but the function of your eyes seemed to work anymore; gingerly, your orbs moved from the arrangement of drapes that now appeared so unfamiliar, ever so slowly back to the transparent surface right in front of your visage...
Only that now you realised, it was most definitely not your face looking right back; it was an undeniably recognisable appearance you were so used to seeing, but it wasn’t yours.
Wasn’t this--Kirishima’s face?
“Eh?”
Somehow, the boy’s striking appearance had managed to find its way into serving as your reflection on the window, his handsome features now contorting unnaturally in a mixture of horror and disbelief, along with a deepening complexion of flustered red, accurately mirroring the very emotions that were currently plaguing you.
Maybe you really were asleep.
Yeah, that was it right? Just a--nice, funny dream.
Yet, you had also unwillingly took notice of how real everything felt; from the unusual rigidity of your body that you never experienced, no matter how grueling the day had been, to the unexpected tone of heavy deepness that had erupted from your earlier exclamation--no, you had to be mistaken somehow.
Right, you would wake up soon, and remember how real these sensations were, and you would maybe tell your friends and have a good laugh about it.
...Except you weren’t waking up, and you weren’t in your own room on your own bed, and you still felt very much awake.
“...Kirishima-kun...?” the voice you used came out in a trembling whisper, almost barely audible to even your own consciousness. But you had definitely heard it--the voice you had used, that did not belong to you.
“Y-yeah...” the scarlet that were now supposedly yours widened at the abrupt interruption that had cut into the deafeningly loud silence of the atmosphere, disrupting your dazed state; you had been so engrossed in thought that the sound of the room door opening hadn’t even reached your senses--though you turned to its direction with a sentiment of hopeful eagerness, rather than that of annoyance.
Since, that was your voice; the voice that rightfully belonged to you.
Sure enough, it was you--only it wasn’t actually you.
For even though he was presented in a different guise, you would always be able to recognise him--how could you not, when you treasured him so closely to your heart?
It was a surreal occurrence, gazing back at the face you had become so accustomed to identifying as your own from an external point of view. Though the expression your form was currently exhibiting was not one of your own: it was an endearingly charming grin only unique to one individual, someone that you had come to love and care for so much.
“Y-you okay...? I think we’re kind of in a pickle, hahaha...”
This really wasn’t a dream.
