Hours passed as the two continued watching movies until Kenichi noticed Risa Amemiya's eyes were shut, a light snore escaping her lips.
'I hope the movie didn't bore her.'
He laid her down on the sofa, then wrapped the blanket around her.
'There, that should do it.'
The edges of Kenichi's lips curled, feeling satisfied at Amemiya sleeping comfortably. Just a day ago, the thought of being in a relationship with her felt like a dream, but tomorrow they'll be going on a date.
The best part was that she actually thanked him for inviting her on a date. It seemed she was excited, but when he had initially asked her, there was a long pause. But she was quick to respond when he had said, "Seriously, are you gonna say something or what?"
'That's something Kyoya would've said.'
It's proof that the more he acted like Kyoya, the more Amemiya seemed attracted to him. His lips curved downwards. He turned the TV screen off. The room was nearly pitch-black, with a little light from the moon outside peeking through the apartment windows.
Heading to the bedroom, he glanced at the sleeping Amemiya before stepping in. She looked like an angel, but for some reason, she was dating the devil.
'Just what does she like about him?'
Finally, he entered Kyoya's room and lay on the futon. There was no blanket since he had wrapped it around Amemiya.
The air was a little cold, but as long as Amemiya was comfortable, that was fine. However, would Kyoya have done this? He didn't seem like the type. If that's the case, then would Kenichi's kindness ruin his relationship with Amemiya?
'I don't want to treat her like trash.'
As Kenichi thought about this, he began to drift off into sleep.
***
Kenichi found his height very close to the ground, and his vision was blurry. He could make out what looked like a woman who towered over him. She wore a tight, scanty dress that exposed her dress.
'Who is that woman?'
The sound of a young boy screaming tore from Kenichi's throat. But Kenichi wasn't speaking; it was as if he were watching the scene from this boy's perspective.
"I fucking hate you die! Just die!"
The voice didn't sound like Kyoya's deep voice, nor was it his own.
The woman approached, swinging her hand.
"You ungrateful child!"
Just what was going on? Before Kenichi could fully process his situation, he flashed to another scene. This time, he found himself on top of another woman, but it was Amemiya.
This girl had tanned skin, purple hair, and a cocky smile, wearing a school uniform, but it wasn't the same uniform from her school.
"Kyoya, you're terrible," she teased.
Kenichi's body leaned in, his lips pressing on hers.
Kenichi remembered hearing that Kyoya had cheated on Amemiya. Perhaps that's what he was seeing. The woman began unbuttoning her shirt. Suddenly, the world around Kenichi flashed. His eyes shut to try to block out the light.
When he opened his eyes, he was in his classroom. However, the desks and chairs were much taller. Looking at his hands, he noticed they were soft; they were unlike Kyoya's rough hands.
'Am I back in my old body?'
But at least now, he could move freely.
"Yo"
A familiar voice said from behind.
Kenichi spun around, seeing Kyoya Futami sitting on top of a desk with a devilish smile spread across his face.
Sweat beaded down Kenichi's forehead.
Kyoya chuckled.
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
"W—What do you want?"
Kyoya paused for a moment that felt like a while. It was like he was hiding something from him. Kenichi's heart raced in anticipation as he wondered what he wanted.
Then Kyoya said those words.
"You're not me."
Kenichi's heart sank.
'What is he talking about? Why is he here? I should be in his body, what's going on?'
Kyoya got on the ground and swaggered his way to him. Kenichi inched his way away from Kyoya until his back pressed against the wall.
Kyoya leaned in, whispering into his ear.
"You're never going to be me because when it comes down to it, you're just a loser."
Kenichi's eyes began to well up with tears as Kyoya wrapped his fingers around his neck. Kenichi felt the crushing pain.
'It's not fair.'
Kyoya Futami shouldn't even be alive at the moment. Why was he here, tormenting him?
His lips quivered, but the words came out.
"Y—You're supposed to be dead."
A laugh erupted from Kyoya's mouth, which echoed through the empty classroom.
***
Finally, Kenichi's eyes shot open. He jolted out of bed and was seated, his chest rising and descending. He was back in Kyoya's room. A cold sweat dripped down his head as he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Kyoya?"
"Huh?"
Kenichi said as he turned the voice. Amemiya was sitting right next to him.
"Amemiya!?"
On top of that, he didn't even notice that her hand was clasped around his.
'Huh!? I'm holding hands with Risa Amemiya?'
Amemiya had a concerned expression.
"Is everything okay?"
"Uh, yeah, it was just a nightmare."
"What were you dreaming of?"
The thought of Kyoya's smug face peered into Kenichi's mind. That wasn't a topic he could talk about with Amemiya.
"Nothing. Uh, shouldn't we get ready for our date?"
"That's true! Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise, I'll text you the location where we'll meet up."
He had seen online that girls love to be surprised, and sure enough, he could see Amemiya's smile.
Amemiya walked toward the door, waving at him.
"I'm gonna go home to get ready, okay?"
"Wait, shouldn't I walk you home?"
"Of course not, my parents hate you, remember?"
Kenichi's eyes looked away as he held in a light chuckle.
'Figures.'
Amemiya closed the door behind her, and he could hear through the walls that she slammed the apartment's front door shut as well.
It was unfair that such a kind girl was with Kyoya.
'At least he's dead...'
Kyoya's laughter flashed in his mind.
'He is dead, right? There's no way he could be alive, right?'
Thinking about it, he should be dead. Before Kenichi entered Kyoya's body, he had hung himself. At the same time, having spent some time in Kyoya's body, he had felt a sense of determination and hope as if he could do anything.
If Kyoya woke in Kenichi's body, then he wouldn't allow himself to die. True as that may be, Kenichi still hung himself and was already on the verge of dying. Could he have removed the rope around his neck?
The more Kenichi thought about it, the more puzzled he became.
'There's only one way to find out.'
Two hours had passed, and it was now 11:09 AM. Kenichi had showered and put on a sweater over a gray shirt and some baggy jeans. It wasn't his typical nerdy look he used to sport in his old body, but it was all Kyoya had.
He stood outside his apartment and walked down the stairs. His date would begin at 3:30 PM. So he had time to answer the one question he couldn't get out of his head.
'Is Kyoya alive?'