#liesolved

’ AWAH! WHY ARE YOU PULLING MY CHEEKS!? ‘

“Ah! I’m sorry, Ouma-kun! My hands seemed to have moved on their own...” And moves his hands away, snickering.

’ You’d die first, Iruma-Chan. ’ (//dies)

Kaede felt weird when she woke up this morning. Almost sickly, she didn’t have much energy and felt like she skipped some sleep or something like that, which didn’t made any sense, since she went to bed rather early! This wasn’t all that felt weird though... why did she feel so much lighter and why was her chest so... flat? Slowly she touched her upper body part and like she thought, there was nothing there at all. Was it even possible to lose so much weight over only one night?! And what kind of weird clothes did she wear? Weren’t these... Ouma-kun’s? 

Confused she rushed out of bed, but the next thing she did was to trip down to the floor. No surprise here, this room she was in right now, was a huge mess. There was junk lying around everywhere. Oh geez, how did she end up here? Was this Ouma’s room? It most likely would be! Not only would that explain, why she never was allowed to enter his room until now, there also was his scent everyhwere around here... Irritated and nervous she forced herself to go get up in order to enter the bathroom. That was when she risked a glimpse into the mirror.

... 

Seems her assumptions were right, her boobs didn’t disappear overnight and she also didn’t change into Ouma’s clothes while she was asleep, no. She was actually Ouma right now. Was this a dream? While closing her eyes, the ‘girl’ forced herself to pinch herself.  “Ouch!”, in a boy’s voice was all she heard. Considering she was the one saying it, she knew, this was reality and she somehow really ended up in his body for some reason. How did this happen?! And does that mean that her body was... Right in that moment she heard the doorbell. But-but she wasn’t even ready. How did Ouma even brush his hair to get a hairdo like that? And how would she be able to go to the toilet like this? There was no way she would... use that in order to... well, if she was completely honest with herself, peeing like a guy was an interesting concept, but NO, she couldn’t. This wasn’t even her body after all, she shouldn’t undress it... or touch it... For now she has to check the door though! 

She only allowed herself to open the door a little bit, not everyone has to know how messy Ouma’s room was... but then she saw... herself waiting in front of the door there. Wait no, that wasn’t her now... could it be? 

ooc // I dunno if typing up such a post is considered cheesy, but hell I'm going to do this because I just can't express my love and adoration for @liesolved enough!

Kouhe, you are the most important person in my life, and I thank every day that you are by my side.  You mean the world to me, and without you, I don't think I would have made it out of last year.  You are so loyal and faithful, so kind and loving, and every day is brighter when you are around!  I will never be able to thank you enough, but I will always make sure you are loved and cared for, just as you do for me.

It was a stressful day in the academy. Well, how could any day not be stressful, if you were forced to play a weird game, without any chance of escape? Talking would maybe help in this situation, but Kaede knew that everyone else was just as stressed as her, if not even more. The pianist always tried her best to stay positive, but she knew that not everyone could share her optimism and positive mindset. It still sometimes sucked up a lot of energy out of her in this negative environment...

There was only one thing that was always able to cheer her up, without having to trouble anyone at all: The piano. While heading to her lab though, she discovered something rather strange. Was she hearing... a melody? Keys of the paino being played? Who else but her used her lab anyway? She already got a hunch who it could be, but it still was too unbelievable. So she decided to walk faster and enter the lab door as fast as she could. Seemed like her assumption turned out to be correct.

USELESS HEADCANONS | ACCEPTING