“What’s the difference?!” I deadpanned at her, muttering under my breath, “Even if we swap bodies—it’s still *my* body, isn’t it?! My reputation would still be ruined!”

“If you refuse to swap, then Kamidou-san, you’ll just have to leave like this!”

Shiraishi Rei smiled sweetly and slowly pushed open the stall door.

—*Wait, wait, WAIT! Is she actually serious?!*

As the stall door creaked open, I caught snippets of chatter from several girls entering the restroom.

“You really think I have no tricks up my sleeve, woman?!”

I shot her a fierce glare. The black umbrella hidden in my sleeve snapped open instantly.

In that split second, I lunged out of the stall under the umbrella’s cover, charging straight for the restroom entrance.

“What the—?! Who carries an umbrella in the bathroom?!”

The girls who’d just entered yelped in shock as the black canopy burst toward them. They scrambled aside, dodging the bizarre intruder.

By the time they turned to see who it was, the figure had vanished without a trace—only the empty restroom door remained…

Shiraishi Rei then stumbled out of the stall, wide-eyed and trembling slightly at the corners of her eyes.

*That burst of speed and intensity just now… was absolutely terrifying…*

In a hidden stairwell corner, I slowly folded the umbrella and slipped it back into my sleeve.

Why does every woman harbor such malice toward me?! I’d even raised her affection meter to fifty… Why do they still pull stunts like this?!

Women’s hearts truly are fickle and unfathomable…

I sighed softly, straightening my clothes. The affection meter might show numbers, but it couldn’t predict bizarre actions. After all, human hearts—especially girls’—were the hardest things to decipher. Personalities varied wildly; girls with identical affection levels would act completely differently. For example, some might get intimate at 60-70 points, while others wouldn’t even at 100. Those types believed only marriage sanctified such closeness.

In short, judging girls solely by affection meters led to dangerous misunderstandings.

Lost in these thoughts, I returned to class. Spotting the blonde girl ahead, I shook my head and slid into my seat.

*I hope she drops this body-swap nonsense… Seriously, swapping randomly at school would cause endless trouble!*

If I used her body, my hetero-aversion aura would flip to repelling all males. Imagine a delicate girl hated by every boy in school…

—*That’s straight out of a harem manga’s dark route! It absolutely would be!*

The thought sent chills down my spine. Writing scenes like that would definitely get me “invited for tea” by the editors…

Anyway—no matter what, I’d never swap bodies with her again!! Never!!!

——————

My name is Kamidou Chiyo. Right now, something unimaginably terrifying is happening around me.

There’s a girl named Shiraishi Rei—a relentless pest trying to steal my body.

After school, I’m hiding on the rooftop under my umbrella.

“Ugh… this woman is such a headache…” Kamidou Chiyo groaned, rubbing his temples. “She’s ambushed me repeatedly—‘tripping’ past me in class, ‘accidentally’ bumping into me in hallways, even ‘falling’ onto me during gym…”

Thanks to her, I’m stuck here…

“Ah! So this is where you hid!”

I spun around. Shiraishi stood behind me, grinning as she closed in.

“Uh… Shiraishi-san… I really think we shouldn’t swap…”

*Darn it… she found me again?!* I inched backward, eye twitching.

“…Don’t you feel *anything* for me, Chiyo-kun?…”

The blonde girl instantly switched to a pitiful pout.

—*Don’t think this puppy-dog act will work! I won’t sell my body!*

“Gotcha.”

Before I could finish my mental rant, her lips pressed against mine.

Above us, storm clouds parted. Sunset glow spilled over us, painting our silhouettes gold.

Soft, sweet warmth flooded my senses—then came the familiar dizziness.

—*No! I let my guard down!!*

As the world steadied, I stared at my own face. Feeling the unfamiliar weight of my body, I sighed bitterly…

“Swapped again, huh?”

Shiraishi—now in my body—tossed the umbrella aside and bounded across the rooftop.

“…So this is what a boy’s body feels like?…”

Watching her, I recalled my own youthful sprints under sunset skies…

Then she shattered the nostalgia.

My body unzipped its pants and peered inside.

“So this is a boy’s… thing?” Shiraishi poked curiously at the anatomy.

“HEY!! You’re a girl! Show some decency!!”

I lunged forward, seizing my own body. While she was distracted, I kissed her swiftly.

Dizziness washed over us. Back in my own skin, I stepped away, grabbed my discarded umbrella, and shook off the rain.

“Experiment over. Had enough fun?”

I folded the umbrella, glancing at the sunset.

“…Beautiful, isn’t it? This sunset…”

My figure descending the stairs, backlit by dusk, made the girl freeze mid-step.

“Aren’t you coming, Shiraishi-san?”