This is a companion piece to Rylieās bodyswap fic here! Please give that a read as well cause itās so good!
Very very slight non-explicit NSFW near the end.
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Normally, Miu could've come up with something for their situation sooner: or at least have been given the opportunity to try.
However, she found that being in Kokichi's body made it excrutiatingly difficult to get anything done. Everywhere she tried to go, if she were spotted-or rather, if he were spotted-she was quickly admonished and harassed for existing.
"Hey, what're you up to now?!"
"What are you doing with those?"
"Hmm. Causin' trouble again no doubt."
If she were met with anything more sternly-worded, Miu couldn't quite suppress her tearful reaction from having a voice raised at her, even with how much she tried to emulate Kokichi's behavior.
She couldn't decide if it were a blessing or a curse that they assumed that that too, was faked and loaded with deceptive intent.
It made her wonder just how many of his tears he'd hidden in this way.
Apart from the most pressing needs to find a way to reverse their situation, Miu found that she actually enjoyed taking care of his body. His hair was so much shorter than hers, and she didn't need nearly as much shampoo or conditioner for it during a shower, and so long as he didn't mind that his body would return to him with his hair smelling how hers did (opposed to the plain, cheap crap she found him to be using), he'd enjoy the extra soft and silky feeling. Washing was still awkward and while she couldn't help gawking at him when it was first discovered that they'd switched bodies...for some reason, since then, she felt shy about beholding his body, in a way she didn't usually experience. She kept her attention elsewhere: his soft face, his warm skin...he had such a delicate appearance to him, and so pale that he seemed to barely have seen any sunlight, even from a window.
She was careful with his chest. The scars there were faded, but she could sense a deep, profound ache from his soul as her fingers trailed across them, cautious as she was and separated as they were. The sensitivity in them felt almost phantom-like, and it was with great care that she attended them with one of her favorite body butters, cheeks flushing as she washed the rest of his body and closed off the water.
Too late in this particular evening to get anything done, she settled for feeding him and enduring the tastelessness of the food; mentally affirming to herself that she was going to work her ass off on the solution once the more immediate need to be in her own body again was addressed, because god damn did it suck to know that it should be tasting so much better and feeling none of it. The eating was really the only part of being in Kokichi's body that Miu expressly didn't like, and even then, she could still appreciate it for the one-of-a-kind opportunity to experience a condition she didn't have first-hand, if at least for the insight it provided her.
She could feel over time that he wasn't as accustomed as her to staying up without sleep, so working on their condition-or finding time to-was tricky to adjust to, and she'd initially dreaded it, but when she crawled into bed and pulled up the covers, she didn't dream at all. She was certain he had his own boogeymen, but...perhaps swapped as they were, it was as though they couldn't...access them? Were the memories stored in the body moreso than the mind? How deep did the connections between mind and body run, how transient could they become even in such a state where their consciousness had been swapped?
It was so comforting, to be able to think and wonder and...to not fight the onset of sleep. The veritable library of sleep disorders she had didn't bother her like this, and she could only hope that they weren't terrorizing Kokichi instead.
It occurred to her that like this...at least she could treat him with the sort of care he tended to reject receiving. How often did he take care of himself, or his needs aside from eating or sleeping-?
Face burning scarlet, she muffled a moan into the pillow and willed herself to sleep.
The consequences of her train of thought, however, were wide awake the next morning.
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Okay FINE - You guys are gonna kick me into deep water here because Iāve never confirmed this with the other mun, but Iām out of romantic ships to talk about after this. (DW I still have some Brotps I want to talk about ! )
Ā but you know who Tenkoās growing a really close attachment to in her Post Game Verse? @mischiefmandateĀ ās Kokichi.
Itās pretty much inevitable that Tenko was going to have a crush on him, I guess. Even if I agree Kokichi and Tenko is likeā¦.an insane premise on its surface, thereās really something special about the bond these two have created in particular.Ā
This is one of those things I can go on about for a long while, but Iāll try to summarize to the best of my ability for now: Kokichi was the first person to make my Tenko realize she was being abused and manipulated - ironically enough by telling her the truth no one else really had the courage to say. She started relating to him since then, and theyāve beenā¦.very soft okayā¦.itās amazing to Kokichi trying his best not to lie around her because he knows it upsets her and hinders her recovery if she does so, and Tenkoās actually managed to be let herself have some psychical contact with him which isā¦.a huge deal.
Like I said before, Iām really weak to ships that give character development, and even if Tenkoās crush must remain unrequited, that bond is always going to be special to me.Ā
mischiefmandateĀ replied to yourĀ post:Ā āIām sure that Makiroll wouldnāt lie about her...
āHey idiot, if thatās all you got from our argument, then maybe stay the fuck out of it before you make everything worse!ā
āStop calling me an idiot!ā Why did people persist in calling him that, he wasnāt just some dumbass. He knew that and it was getting on his nerves that people wouldnāt stop calling him that.
mischiefmandate replied to your post: STRAIGHT TEST. āAhāhuh? I m-mean, itās not so...
āI mean this test said I was 83% straight, Iām pretty sure that means itās a load of garbage.ā He can smell the invalidation on you, Shuā¦ā¦ā¦.
āHaha, thatās pretty incorrect. Youāre right. It isĀ just an algorithm based on numbers and letters. The only time youāve ever shown interest in women is with Miu, after all.ā It seems heās recovered, although this couldĀ just be to ease Kokichiās worries.
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Heās gong to slowly pour another cup of coffee for Ouma, he isnāt too sure whatās going on, or even if he WANTS to know. Even if he doesnāt like coffee, heās still going to silently offer a seat with him.
Should he say something..? Heās awful with words. So, heās just going to wait and see if he accept the silent invitation.Ā
šø Sheād be lying if she ever said she knew how to approach this situation, fumbling slightly with a new, small branch of cherry blossom flowers sheād brought with her; a few petals falling to the ground. She thought itād be a good idea to bring him a memory of happier times, making sure her presence was well known as he tucked it in his hair.
āYou donāt have to talk to me if you donāt want to,ā She told him, taking a seat beside him - getting the feeling that heād go back to his defense mechanism of lying around her at a time like this; and she didnāt want to burden him with that guilt.Ā
āBut I want to stay with you for a while - is that okay?ā
What Miu had thought to be a budding fever when she woke up had steadily and inexorably proven to be much worse throughout the day. By breakfast time the heat had spread throughout her chest and extremities with such pervasiveness that sheād stayed in her dorm room, shedding her (clinky, annoying) garters and her (stupidly tight) uniform top like a snake out of the slough and replacing the former with a tank top, trying to ward the heat from her skin as she laid down.
A helpless groan escaped her as the itch under her perspiring skin started radiating throughout her chest, fingers curling and uncurling with restless energy.
Fuck this, she thought, she had to get some air.
She went outside on a walk towards her dorm, the novelty of which wore off as the other students filed out of the breakfast hall and Angieās shrill chirping about Atua went straight to her eardrums.
The lab was as far as she made it, not even managing to close the door behind herself as she stared numbly at the half-done projects in front of her, unable to even fathom the idea of getting anything done.
Oh, so was she going to get sick? Was she going to be bedridden (again) and be some hackās lifeās work to try to revive? Some sort of sleeping beauty where theyād study her like some sort of pathetic creature and fascinate themselves over her misery, like before?
Or maybe theyād be like those others sheād met after waking up, that just wanted to keep her asleep and docile.
Either way, someoneās fetish.
Barely able to contain her fury as it was, the words brought to mind Kurochiās frightened eyes and baleful expression.Ā
Knowing how his own father had hurt him, had put that look in his eyes-
Her hand was already sweeping across the counter, seeking something, anything to catch onto, and before she realized it she was pitching a flask clear against the wall and watching it shatter to dust. It felt good, but not good enough.
Then she thought of Kokichi, of the map of abuse spread over his entire chest, threw a tray of test tubes, and felt nothing in the way of relief.
ā...Fucking shit-ā Miu growled out, grabbing more, throwing more, before sweeping an arm over the table and sending all she could to the ground. She was going to run out of shit to break. Muttering to herself, she went to the buzzsaw overhead of the work bench, angled it into place, and switched it on, feeling a trill of fear spark down her veins as it started whirring.
There, that was something. She opened the drawers and pulled out boxes so fast that flasks and vials went rolling and spilling over onto the floor, and she grabbed the equipment piece by piece and hurled it right at the running saw with a cry of fury for each one. The blade absolutely annihilated the glass and sent shrapnel flying across the room in deadly fractals.
It wasnāt until she felt a presence at the doorway to the lab that the fog lifted just enough for her to realize there was a warm trickle of blood flowing out from a cut underneath her eye, and she locked gazes with Kokichi from across the room.
āKuh-Kokichi-ā Miu whined out his name with a sob turned growl as her hand shook around the beaker sheād been getting ready to launch at the blade. For a moment, seeing him had salved the heat chasing through her skin, but then she remembered, she remembered-what had happened and who had hurt him, hurt them-
ā-if you donāt leave-if you try to stop me...!ā Half-formed threats vested themselves in the charged air,Ā ā-Fucking idiot, why-whyād you come?!ā Hadnāt he heard her screaming?Ā āYouāre going to get hurt-even more than youāve already been! Even if, if you wonāt say it-you think Iām fucking stupid?! You think I donāt know what it looks like?!ā
