"...I'd rather not snoop through her privacy without her knowledge. Maybe we can figure something out, so we aren't completely clueless. So, if I was Mikan..." Hajime trailed off, looking down at his chest once again, his hair descending in front of him. "Uh, right... If I was Mikan's mind inside of my body, where would I be right now?"
Thinking for a few seconds, Hajime got hit with a bout of inspiration, and in a sudden reflex he smacked his left hand against his open right palm. Pain stinging him as he did so, he yelped out, "Ah! That hurt more than it should've... I guess Mikan's body is pretty sensitive. I better be careful..."
Rubbing his injured hand, Hajime slowly began making his way over to the place he knew Mikan would probably be...
"If I know anything about Mikan, it's that she's probably feeling anxious and self-conscious - more so than usual, at least. If that's the case, I bet she'd be trying to get somewhere safe and quiet, where she can focus for a little bit. There's only one place like that." Hajime muttered to himself, making his way over to his own dorm room. Closing in, he saw almost exactly what he expected just outside of the door to his dorm.
"W-Why won't it work? Ah, I'm s-so stupid, I can't even o-open a door right, wahhhh!" Hajime could see his own flustered body trying (and horrifically failing) to turn a key inside the door lock. In fact, they just seemed to continuously miss the hole completely, hitting every other area of the metal lock instead. Placing his face into his palm, Hajime slowly walked up to Mikan - he could feel his knees trembling in sheer embarrassment for her.
"M-Mikan..." Hajime spoke, his own manner sounding apprehensive in response to seeing the pathetic state his body was in.
"Ahhh! Mik-- I mean, Hajime! I'm Mikan, obviously, I'm sorry! I d-didn't mean to say that! Please forgive meeeee..!" Mikan's terrified attitude certainly did not mix with Hajime's relatively average voice. Sighing tiredly, Hajime placed his frail arms on Mikan's new, comparatively sturdy, shoulders.
"Mikan. Get ahold of yourself, and listen." Hajime's gaze pierced Mikan, as she slowly nodded and stifled a whimper, Hajime's ahoge bouncing as she did so.
"We need to figure something out. You're clearly desperate to get inside, but you have my dorm key, while I have yours. Do you want to swap keys, so we can keep sleeping in our original dorms?" Hajime gave the most reassuring smile he could in his stressed state.
Mikan looked at the key in her hand. "U-Um... Are you sure? Y-Your clothes probably won't fit on you properly now, a-and, um..." She trailed off, but it was clear what she was saying. If they swapped dorms, they'd have their original clothes and tools, but it might be harder to use them in their current bodies.
"A-And..." Mikan spoke up again, sounding more anxious than before. "Usami is doing this s-so we know what it's like to be each other, r-right? Isn't it, ah, in the spirit if we get into our roles as each other?"
Hajime looked at Mikan, an almost incredulous look on his face - what was she suggesting? That they embrace it, and try to fully live the life of the other?
"Mikan, do you know what you're..?" Hajime began speaking before Mikan threw her arms up suddenly in front of her face, and she squealed out,
"Ahh! I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't h-have said that! It's just that, um..."
As she mumbled for a moment, Hajime moved his hand over to his shoulder. Damn! Mikan didn't know her new strength yet - normally whenever she threw her arms up in reflex, it would weakly slap off of whoever was there, but this time she directly hit Hajime's frail shoulder, causing a stinging moment of pain.
"It's just that..." Mikan started again, adding a pitifully high-pitched inflection to Hajime's normal voice, "...All my life, I've been weak, a-and bullied by other people. I want to... I want to know what it's like to be normal, t-to not feel pressured around other people! I, um... Really don't like myself, Hajime: even here, Hiyoko insults me, a-and everyone else feels so much more competent than me... Even if only for a week, I-I feel like I have a chance to not be myself, for once. I-I'm so, so sorry if it's a bother Hajime, but I want to know what that's like. Um... As an apology, I'll let you pick whichever option you want..." And she loosened her grip on the keys, displaying them in front of Hajime.
Admittedly, Hajime was completely shocked - he was almost sure his feminine mouth was wide open at the moment, as he looked at Mikan. Mikan... Really had had a rough life, huh? He didn't know how, but it must've been something. As much as he still wanted to be in the comfort of his own clothes (rather than the stuffy nurse uniform Mikan always wore), Hajime understood Mikan's plight. Maybe... It wouldn't hurt to go along with it? At least for the week?
Looking at the keys, Hajime knew he had an option; demand the keys and enter his room, or let Mikan keep the keys, and help her have the opportunity to feel a little better, for once.
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