You get the beginning of the bokukuro bodyswap fic that I will hopefully finish at some point
Kuroo woke up feeling soft and warm and restricted.
He frowned. The room was brighter than usual. Had he forgotten to close the curtains? But he never forgot. And what was the heavy weight on him?
He opened his eyes to find himself in a bedroom bathed in sunlight. There was a curtain, but it was sheer and did nothing to help with the brightness. The walls were white, making everything even brighter. And none of it really mattered, because most critically, Kuroo had no idea where he was.
He shifted, only then realising that the weight on him was someone’s arm. He froze. He didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed immediately that there was a body pressed against his back, arms holding him in an embrace.
What was going on? Had he been out and gone home with someone? But he couldn’t remember doing so. No, instead, he specifically remembered going straight home after practice because he was unusually tired and still sore from colliding head-on with Bokuto. He had lounged on the sofa in his pyjamas and watched TV until he got too tired and went to bed.
So why was he not in his own bed?
And who the hell was holding him?
He cautiously turned around enough to get a glimpse of the person behind him. He was a man, but not someone Kuroo recognised. His hair was poorly bleached, but apart from that, the only unusual thing about him was the fact that he appeared to be nude.
Kuroo turned around again and thought. How on earth had he got into bed with someone and had no recollection of it?
He was unnerved, and it made him feel physically strange. The best course of action was probably to get up and get out of there as quickly as possible.
Very, very slowly, he inched away from the man behind him. He gingerly lifted the arm holding him in place to slip out from under it, then replaced his body with a pillow in the hopes that the man wouldn’t wake up. It seemed to work; the man pulled the pillow closer to himself, smiled contentedly, and slept on.
Kuroo looked around but couldn’t see his clothes anywhere. There were no discarded clothes on the floor, but then again, the room was so small that there was no room for clothes on the floor. He tried to tiptoe out of the room as quietly as possible, but there seemed to be a disconnection between his body and his mind, as he found himself unusually clumsy. He was probably still a bit too tired to be moving around gracefully.
He quietly opened the door and slipped out before closing it behind himself. The hinges creaked as he was closing it, but the man didn’t seem to be waking up anytime soon. Kuroo looked around. He was in the living room of a tiny apartment, and it was unnaturally clean for a bachelor pad. He wondered if the sleeping man was cheating on his girlfriend with Kuroo.
Not that Kuroo could remember anything sexual happening—he couldn’t even remember getting there! He could simply make assumptions based on facts, and the facts were that he had woken up naked in some dude’s bed.
He made his way to the door he assumed to be the bathroom and found that he was correct. He stepped inside, locked the door, and wondered how the man could live in an apartment with such an abysmal bathroom; there was hardly room for the toilet, a sink, and the shower, and Kuroo was certain that whenever someone used the shower, they would get the entire room wet.
He turned to look in the mirror and froze.
It must have been a joke. Or better yet—he was still asleep. That would explain everything: he was still asleep and dreaming of the worst morning someone could have, as the someone who was looking at him from the mirror wasn’t himself. No, it was Bokuto.
Kuroo laughed weakly. The Bokuto in the mirror copied him. The look on his face was distressed, and if Kuroo weren’t so busy being horrified, he might have found it amusing to see Bokuto—the most positive, upbeat guy on the team—look so unlike himself.
He didn’t know how long he stood there, staring in the mirror and wishing that he would wake up soon, when there was a knock on the door.
“Koutarou?” came a voice from the other side. “Are you okay?”
Koutarou? This man was calling Bokuto by his first name?
“Y-Yes,” Kuroo finally answered when there was another knock on the door.
“You’re up early,” the man said. He then added, “Don’t forget your meds.”
What meds?
“I won’t,” Kuroo said.
The man seemed happy with that, as Kuroo could hear quiet footsteps retreating from the door.
It seemed that Kuroo wasn’t waking up. He looked down at the body he inhabited, trying his hardest not to be impressed by what Bokuto was packing between his legs. He wondered what medication Bokuto was on. Should he not take it? Was he really in Bokuto’s body?
