Switched

Part 1

When Kageyama woke up, it most certainly wasn't in his neat and pristine bedroom. He had the odd sense that he might have passed out at Hinata's after studying, or something (definitely or something), but he didn't roll over into a precarious pile of dirty laundry, so that wasn't it. To further add to the confusion, his vision was...blurry. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, but even his hands felt different. He felt pale, and a little sweaty – was he sick?

He toppled out of bed. That's funny, the bed he slept on was a different height off the ground than his own...but it had to be his own, right? Where else could he have gone to sleep? Was he at a training camp that he mysteriously forgot about? And why could he still not see clearly?

Kageyama reached up to run a nervous hand through his usually smooth hair – and instead he came into contact with a much different texture than he was used to. That felt like a silly detail to make his sudden realization at, but with a start he felt his heart thrumming harder in his chest. His hand trembled as he reached to the side table next to the bed, hoping desperately to come into contact with his own cell phone – but instead he felt a pair of glasses, and his heart that had been beating so quickly suddenly stopped. Kageyama thought that, had he been standing, he would have passed out. Instead, he sagged back into the bed, putting his hands up to his eyes and praying that it was all some terrible, horrible dream.

Tsukkishima had a similar predicament when he woke up that morning. He reached, as he always did the second he woke up, for the glasses on his bedside table. Instead, he felt a cell phone – but it was certainly smaller than his own, and besides, Tsukki never left his phone so close to the bed. He cracked his eyes open and had a moment of clarity in his vision – no, it lasted much longer than a moment. He sat straight up, deducing which was more likely: by some miracle, Tsukki could see once more, or he had woken up in Kageyama's body.

Of course, both of these things seemed beyond irrational – but then the phone on the bedside table was going off playing some music that Tsukkishima would never bring himself to listen to, and Hinata's name was scrawled across the top. Why the hell would shrimpy call me? Tsukki thought absently, observing his hands carefully. The calloused fingertips were enough to indicate that he wasn't himself, and instead, that he was Kageyama. Of all people he could have switched bodies with (which is already a crazy thing to be thinking), it had to be Kageyama.

Tsukki didn't answer. He was too busy seething with annoyance at the realization he'd come to, and the fact that the realization had been correct when he stepped in front of a mirror pushed him further from annoyance and closer to terror.

The phone rang again, annoyingly loud, startling Tsukki half to death. His heart leapt in his chest and he jumped to his feet – realizing quite quickly that even the few centimeters shorter that Kageyama was made a big difference – and he tried to imagine how an angry, cranky Kageyama would respond to a morning call from the little shrimp.

"Boke," was the best he could come up with, and despite it being so early in the morning, he heard Hinata shriek quite loud in response.

"Bakageyama, I was calling to make sure you're awake!..." a few moments of silence. "Are you awake?"

"Yes, dumbass," Kageyama (Tsukki) droned, but the tone lacked the vigor that Kageyama's did. "I need to...um, shower. See you."

"Wait wait wait!" Hinata cried quickly. "Are we still meeting up at the usual spot today?"

"Um..." Tsukki really didn't have a response to this. Usual spot? Did Kageyama and Hinata really walk to school together? He supposed he never paid enough attention. Then again, the freak duo didn't warrant his attention in the first place. "Give me a minute. I'll call you back."