Just You and Me (Haikyuu Oneshots) ON HIATUS

Beans? (Kenma Kozume x Fem! Reader) BodySwap AU

Hello hello hello. This was requested by @AtuffiesStuffies . Thank you so much for the request. I have to admit this was very difficult to write but I do love a challenge now and then. I didn't know if you wanted headcanons or a story so I did the latter. However, if you do want me to write headcanons as well then I won't be opposed to that either. Just comment somewhere and I'll do it for you.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. :)

Kenma-san? Could you focus your concentration on the Japanese history written on the board instead of looking aimlessly out the window? I find it quite intriguing that you think trees are more interesting than the Showa period? You're more distracted today. I hope your attitude changes soon."

Tasteless snickers were flung around the humid classroom after hearing your boyfriend's name escaped the teacher's red- masked lips in a fit of annoyance and vexation.

At any other time, such a statement wouldn't be deemed amusing but isn't it strange how utter silence could turn anything into a segment from a teen comedy show?

While the teacher was busy trying to calm the class down and redirect their attention back to the board and more specifically towards the effects the Great Depression had on Post- War Japan, you had your troubles to dwell in. Even though the day was quite like most others and you would usually sit in your calming solitude, your head was bubbling with questions.

For once, there's something more urgent to figure out than debating if Japan's involvement in the war was necessary or not, making history's cracked skin crawl.

No.

You were in a complete daze.

You needed an answer. Anything kind of answer will do. Even if it's insane or fictitious to visualize, in the dire situation you managed to get stuck in, logic couldn't further from the truth.

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The boys were following their normal routine, changing into their volleyball attire in their clubroom and preparing themselves for another long day of spiking drills and practice serves until they felt their arms disconnect from the bodies out of their sheer force and precision they exempt.

That was the plan until they were startled by their team setter, slamming open the door with a face full of fear and needed assistance. They knew something was severely wrong since it was rare for the male to exert such strong emotion, questioning if such a face even existed.

They all huddled around the young man, asking if everything was alright, unready for the stiff aberration that started to flow out of his mouth like musical notes on a Kalimba.

"So let me try to understand this... you're (L/N) but you're trapped in Kenma's body." You nodded vigorously at Yaku's inquiry which somehow made the male more confused compared to the start of the conversation.

"Yes. We've swapped bodies somehow. I've been like this since this morning."

"Kenma. You've made up tons of excuses in the past to avoid practice but this one is just ridiculous. I mean, pretending to be (F/N)- san. Do you think we're that stupid?" Yaku huffed and shook his head. There was no way he was going to believe your story, especially when it resembled a general premise from the science-fiction show. The third-year laughed but your desperation escalated with every chuckle.

"I'm not pretending! It's me! Honestly, it's me! I promise." The team just continued to look at you, raising their collective eyebrows simultaneously. There was no way they were going to believe you without actual hardcopy proof but how were you supposed to compose something like that?