Curse Reversal?! Ange & Katrina's Chaotic☆Body-Swap School Life
One morning, Ange wakes up and notices her voice sounds strangely deep. Looking in the mirror, she sees the face of her best friend, Katrina! A scream echoes from the next room. Rushing over, she finds Katrina, now in Ange's body, blushing furiously while fumbling with her pajamas.
They aren't the only ones. A mysterious curse has struck the academy, swapping almost everyone into a body of the opposite gender. The dependable class president, Lize, now finds herself in the body of a small, cute
Curse Reversal?! Ange & Katrina's Chaotic☆Body-Swap School Life - A Night of Tears, a Friendship Broken—It Was Never Katrina's Body I Wanted
It was night.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway had long since ceased. Long past lights-out, the girls' dormitory "Süßblume" lay sunken in a heavy silence. Even the stifled giggles from the next room, once audible through the wall, were gone now.
Room 205.
Only the moonlight streaming through the window faintly dyed the room blue.
Ange lay sprawled on the bed.
Katrina's long silver hair spread across the pillow like a river of light. Large violet eyes stared up at the ceiling. Long legs thrown out, she occupied the entire bed with a body that did not belong to her.
(*Theo...*)
What surfaced in her mind was honey-colored curls.
Gentle, sky-blue eyes.
And the person those eyes had been directed at—was the figure of her best friend, inside her own small body.
The wisteria trellis in the courtyard. A corner of the library. The moment they passed each other in the hallway.
The scenes she had witnessed over and over today replayed endlessly in her head.
"Miss Ange."
Theo's voice.
But the one that voice was calling wasn't her.
Katrina's calm elegance, seeping out through Ange's small body—Theo had been watching that.
Deep in her chest, a tiny thorn pricked with pain.
Just moments ago, it had been a mere thorn. But now it was different. It felt as if a sharp, pointed shard of ice was embedded in the very center of her chest. Cold, painful, making it hard to breathe.
(*Not fair.*)
A voiceless voice.
(*Using my body to get close to Theo...*)
In her head, she understood. It wasn't Katrina's fault. She was just trying to get along with him on her behalf. Just simple kindness.
But—
The sound of the door opening.
"I'm back, Ange."
Her own familiar voice.
Ange's small body quietly entered the room. Her large brown eyes were gentle as always, yet now they seemed somehow timid.
"......Yeah."
Ange didn't get up.
She remained lying on the bed, with Katrina's face, with Katrina's long legs.
"Today was rough too, wasn't it. President Lize even sealed off the old school building."
"......Yeah."
"Theo was really worried too—"
The moment that name came up.
The shard of ice in her chest shattered into pieces.
Ange slowly sat up. Katrina's long silver hair slipped smoothly off her shoulders. Her violet eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, stared back fixedly at Ange's body.
"You looked like you were having fun with Theo. Good for you."
The air froze.
Katrina's large brown eyes widened.
"......Huh?"
"I said, good for you. Getting all friendly with Theo in my body."
Her mouth wouldn't stop.
She couldn't stop it.
From deep in her chest, something dark and murky welled up. Something hot and cold, something that burned her throat every time she put it into words.
"Theo said you'd 'become beautiful,' right, Kat? Isn't that great? Getting told that in my body."
"N-No, that's not... Ange, that's not it..."
Katrina shook her head slightly.
The rims of Ange's brown eyes rapidly reddened.
"I just... I just thought I'd get along with Theo in your place... because I knew you liked him..."
A trembling voice.
Ange's small body trembled faintly.
"In my place? What do you mean, in my place?! Using my body to get close to Theo! It's not fair! You're so unfair, Kat!!"
"I'm not being—"
"Unfair!!"
It was a scream.
Her voice bounced off the ceiling, reverberating loudly through the room.
From the next room, the sound of something thudding to the floor. Someone startled, jumping out of bed, perhaps. But she didn't care anymore.
"I wanted... I wanted Theo to tell me I'd 'become beautiful' in my own body too! But it's always in Kat's body that I get told that! And Kat's in my body! I don't get any of this anymore! Why did this happen?!"
Her words were incoherent.
She didn't even know what she was saying herself.
It just hurt. Her chest hurt. Her own face, wearing Katrina's features, was becoming messier and messier with tears. Even that pissed her off.
"Ange, please... let's calm down and talk—"
"I don't care about Kat anymore!!"
She yelled.
She had yelled it.
A moment.
A moment that felt like an eternity.
A single tear spilled from Katrina's large brown eyes. Reflecting the moonlight, the droplet glittered.
"......I loved you so much, Ange... why won't you understand?"
It was a voice like a whisper.
But each and every word pierced heavily into Ange's chest.
Katrina said nothing more.
Her face a mess with tears, she turned her back abruptly. She opened the door with Ange's small hands—and fled out.
Slam.
The door closed.
The footsteps gradually faded away.
Running down the stairs.
And then—silence.
"......What am I doing?"
A room, all alone.
Ange stood up. With Katrina's long legs, she opened the door. *I have to chase after her. I have to apologize.* Even as her heart thought that—
Her legs froze.
Just stepping one foot into the hallway, her body stopped moving.
(*I said things I shouldn't have said.*)
She put a hand against the wall. Long fingers scratched the cold wallpaper.
(*Kat was only thinking of me...*)
The door to the next room opened a crack.
"What was that just now...?"
"It sounded like Ange and Katrina had a fight..."
Other dorm students peeking in. Whispers exchanged in hushed tones.
Ange slumped down to the floor right there.
"I'm sorry, Kat... I'm sorry..."
A voiceless apology.
Someone called out, "Are you okay?" But she couldn't hear anything. The tears wouldn't stop, wetting the floor. The hem of Katrina's long skirt absorbed the tears and changed color.
(*I've lost my best friend.*)
Only that terror wrapped her entire body in cold.
──How much time had passed?
After crying until her tears ran dry, Ange slowly stood up.
The hallway lights were off, only the emergency lights casting a dim green glow. The girls' dormitory late at night was as quiet as a graveyard.
(*I have to find Kat.*)
But—where was she?
The courtyard? The library? Or maybe...
A place suddenly surfaced in her mind.
The old school building.
(*Why am I thinking of that place now?*)
But for some reason, a part of her heart screamed that she was there. That mirror—the place where it all began. Could Katrina have gone there too? And besides—
(*President Lize sealed it off. Even so, I have to go.*)
No, in truth, it wasn't just about "finding Kat."
(*I want to confirm, once more, why this happened.*)
With Katrina's long legs, Ange slipped out the front entrance of the girls' dormitory.
The academy at night was a completely different world.
The Mirage Garden in the courtyard. So lively during the day, now completely deserted. Only the sound of the fountain water echoed unnaturally loud. The air was cold. The wind against her cheek stroked the dried traces of her tears.
(*Kat, where are you?*)
She wasn't under the wisteria trellis.
No one sat on the benches.
Ange's breath misted white. Summer shouldn't be over yet, but tonight was strangely chilly.
The old school building, "Hai-kan."
The 120-year-old stone structure loomed in the darkness. Moonlight struck the stone walls, making it float up faintly in gray—like a gravestone.
A "No Entry" notice was posted on the front entrance. A nighttime entry ban, written in President Lize's meticulous handwriting. Ange hesitated for a moment.
(*I have to tell President Lize the truth.*)
She couldn't.
Four days had already passed without her being able to say it.
The guilt of hiding the truth from Lize. The frustration of not being able to confess her feelings to Theo. And those words she had spat at her best friend.
(*It's all my fault.*)
Ignoring the notice, Ange pushed open the door to the old school building.
Creeeeak.
The eerie sound of old hinges groaning. The air in the hallway was chilly and damp, faintly smelling of dust and old books. Only the emergency lights along the walls illuminated the passage with a lifeless green glow.
(*The stairs to the basement are—*)
In a corner of the storage building.
The place where she and Katrina had found the "Utsushi-Kagami" that day.
She pushed aside a shelf. Hidden stairs. One step, then another, descending. Her footsteps echoed off the concrete walls, sounding unnaturally loud. As if someone was following right behind her, a shiver ran down her spine.
The underground sealing chamber.
A bare, stone-built space.
And there—it was.
A full-length mirror, 1.8 meters tall and 0.9 meters wide. An ebony frame with ivy patterns cast in silver. In this underground room where not even starlight reached, the mirror's surface alone held a faint, pale blue glow.
"......Kat isn't here."
No one was there.
Only Katrina's face, in Ange's form, stared back at her from within the mirror. Long silver hair. Large violet eyes.
But—that face was a mess with tears.
(*No matter how much the outside changes, the inside is still me.*)
The Katrina in the mirror looked at Ange with a distorted face. This was reality. Regardless of her appearance, the person inside was—Ange Katrina. The one who hurt her best friend, who cried, and was still foolish and weak. Me, myself.
"I'm... nothing but myself, am I?"
Drip.
A fresh tear spilled, another single drop.
It fell at the feet of her own figure, wearing Katrina's face, standing before the mirror.
And then—one of the splashed droplets landed on the mirror's frame.
"......Huh?"
A faint light.
A part of the silver ivy pattern, just the part wet by the tear, glowed faintly. Pale blue, dim. A fleeting light that seemed about to vanish immediately.
But Ange saw it.
Within that light, several lines of text surfaced. Fragments of a magical formula—in the ancient Lumiera language.
"What is this... a clue to the spell...?"
Her heart pounded.
The still-unraveled truth of this curse. The old diary said it would break in seven days, but perhaps—something else was hidden here?
(*But, more than that right now—*)
Ange bit her lip.
There was something more important right now than clues to the curse.
"I have to find Kat."
Ange burst out of the sealing chamber.
She ran.
With long legs, at full speed.
The courtyard. The library "Arcana." The infirmary. The stairs to the rooftop. She even went as far as the outside of the boys' dormitory. She ran through every corner of the 120,000-square-meter academy grounds in Katrina's body. She was out of breath. Her long hair stuck to her forehead with sweat.
"She's not here... nowhere..."
She slumped down on the edge of the fountain in the courtyard.
Only the moonlight quietly illuminated Ange.
(*Kat is deliberately hiding from me.*)
That certainty squeezed her chest coldly.
(*Because I cornered her.*)
She utterly despised herself now.
(*Right, the hill...*)
Pinning her last hope on it, Ange headed for "Corvino Hill" behind the academy. She ran up the cherry tree-lined slope, nearly stumbling. Her vision blurred with tears. The small gazebo at the top—no one was there.
A single book someone had left behind on a bench.
But Katrina wasn't there.
"Kat... where are you..."
Leaning a hand against a pillar of the gazebo, Ange cried.
Tears she thought had run dry overflowed again.
She descended the hill and returned to the academy.
Exhausted, she sat down on the stone steps of the old school building. The cold sensation of the stone sapped the warmth from her legs.
Darkness, devoid of anyone.
Even the green light of the emergency lamps didn't reach here.
"......I'm sorry, Kat."
Her whisper was swallowed by the darkness.
"I wasn't... jealous of Kat... I just... I just wanted to be friends with you..."
Her true feelings.
The true feelings she had finally reached.
The body swap didn't matter. More than her feelings for Theo—the days she could laugh together with Katrina were far more precious.
But those words reached no one.
They just vanished into the void, swallowed by the stillness of the night.
Hugging her knees, Ange continued to cry alone until morning.
──Dawn broke.
The morning sun dyed the walls of the girls' dormitory orange.
When Ange
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