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AU: Body Swap
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Dancer! Gender Neutral! Reader
Word Count: 2.5K+
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LEV's DAY
It was already the start of a bad day. Lev could feel it.
His arms and legs were already at its limits from an early practice, Kenma and Kuroo were on him about his volleyball forms, and if he didn't drink some water soon, he was going to die of dehydration.
He shrugged on his club jacket, said goodbye to his fellow members—who he was going to see later at after school practise— and got ready for the first class of the day. Lifting the water bottle to his lips, he closed his eyes and chugged down the cool water. He pushed open the club room door and stepped out.
Then he fell hard onto his back.
"Ouch," he groaned.
Lev tried to get up, but stopped short when he felt an unfamiliar weight on top of him. He looked down at his chest and came face to face with a head of hair.
The person rolled off of him and groaned too, rubbing their wrists. "I am so sorry."
They stood up, wobbling slightly, and offered a hand to Lev. He took a moment to ease out of the pain in his back and looked up to the person that crashed into him. They had a bag, like his, over their shoulder and was dressed in tights and a loose top. They weren't tall, at least a head or two shorter than him. How did they knock him down like a bullet?
"Are you on the track team?" Lev asked, taking their hand. He mostly stood up by himself, but he thought that it was rude to deny the hand offered to him.
The person drew their eyebrows together. "Excuse me?"
"It's just—" he started.
"(Y/N)! We're going to be late!" someone shouted from below them.
The person—(Y/N)—let go of their hand and gave him a smile. "Sorry about crashing into you! You're not hurt are you?"
Lev's eyes widened. "No," he said as a bolt of pain coursed through his shoulder.
"(Y/N)!"
"Sorry again!" (Y/N) said and rushed past him.
With his eyes, Lev followed (Y/N) down the stairs and to their friends waiting for them. They were all in the same variation of clothes that they were wearing, so (Y/N) must have to be a part of a club or team, he thought.
"Lev? I thought you left?" Kenma asked, stepping out of the club room and snapping Lev out of his thoughts.
"Yes! I did!" Lev said, rolling his shoulder back.
