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 - After the tears, a rainbow appears — the miracle of the seventh day and a new me.
The rain had stopped.
The concrete on the rooftop was still wet, puddles scattered here and there reflecting the light of the sky. Through gaps in the clouds, slender shafts of light streamed down.
Ange slowly opened her eyes.
Filling her vision was long silver hair that nearly reached the waist. Arms that were not her own held Ange's small body in a tight embrace.
*(Huh... I'm still in Kat's body.)*
Beside her, Katrina stirred awake too. Ange's large brown eyes blinked rapidly.
"Good morning, Kat."
"...Good morning, Ange."
Katrina smiled just a little. Ange's small face softened, bashful.
"This feels so weird! Saying 'good morning' to my own body!"
"It really does. It's like talking to a mirror."
They looked at each other and giggled.
It was as if last night's downpour had washed everything clean. Holding each other, crying, shouting, then holding each other once more—that time had pieced the fragments of their broken friendship back together.
"...So today's the last day, huh."
Ange murmured quietly.
"Yes. The seventh day. The day the curse is supposed to break."
"I'm... kind of sad, maybe."
In Katrina's body, Ange hugged her knees. The long limbs felt awkward, as if they didn't belong to her.
"But we won't change. Even when our bodies go back to normal, I'm still Ange's best friend."
Katrina squeezed Ange's small hand tightly. Since it was Ange's hand, the fingers were short, barely half the size of Katrina's. But the warmth was unmistakably that of her best friend.
"Kaaat..."
Ange's—Katrina's—violet eyes grew misty.
That was when it happened.
BANG!
The iron door to the rooftop burst open with tremendous force.
"Ange Katrina! Katrina Liebel! So you were here!"
Lize, in the body of a small boy, came rushing in, out of breath. Her 153-centimeter frame nearly slipped on the wet rooftop floor.
"President Lize!? What's wrong!?"
"El Nox is waiting in the old school building basement. Apparently, the Copying Mirror still has mechanisms that haven't been fully explained. Hurry!"
Lize's narrow gray eyes shone with a serious light.
Ange and Katrina stood up at the same time.
The hallway of the old school building was dim and chilly.
The smell of mold stung their noses. Footsteps echoed off the stone walls, sounding unnaturally loud.
They descended the stairs to the basement. Past the storage shelves, through a hidden passage, to the sealing chamber.
Creeeak...
When they pushed open the heavy wooden door, there it was—a tall, full-length mirror: the Copying Mirror.
Its ebony frame was intricately worked with silver ivy patterns. This morning, when Ange and Katrina had reconciled, this mirror had emitted a light that seemed to envelop the entire school. But now, it was quiet, like just another old mirror.
Standing before it was a single girl.
No—not a girl.
Lustrous silver hair that reached the waist. Odd eyes—the left a deep violet, the right gold. Clad in the Art Club uniform, clutching the usual sketchbook.
It was El Nox.
Beside El stood another person.
A tall young man, brushing back honey-colored curls, staring at the mirror with a worried expression.
"Theo!?"
Theo Glanz turned around. His sky-blue eyes took in the sight of Ange—in Katrina's form.
"Ah, Katrina. And Ange too. I'm glad you're both safe. El said, 'Everyone gather,' so..."
Theo's gaze shifted back and forth between Ange in Katrina's body and Katrina in Ange's body.
*(Ah... Theo's voice.)*
A sharp pang struck deep in Ange's chest.
The voice of the person she loved. But that voice still wasn't directed at Ange herself. Theo was looking at Katrina's outward appearance as he spoke.
"Everyone's here, then."
El quietly spoke up.
Expressionless, El opened the sketchbook. There, the ivy patterns of the Copying Mirror were precisely reproduced, and hidden within the patterns, unfamiliar letters emerged.
"It's Old Lumiera script. 'When hearts that envy one another truly melt together, the mirror shall return their rightful forms.' That's the condition for breaking the curse."
"But last night, on the rooftop, we told each other how we really felt. And the mirror glowed after that, didn't it?"
"It's not complete yet."
El shook their head. The long silver hair swayed softly.
"Simply dissolving one-sided envy isn't enough. What the mirror demands is 'the heart that understands the other's pain and still cherishes them.' Friendship alone only fulfills half of that."
"...Half?"
In Ange's small body, Katrina looked up at El anxiously.
El's golden eye glanced briefly toward Ange.
"You still have feelings you're hiding. Romantic feelings."
A heavy silence fell over the sealing chamber.
Ange's—Katrina's—violet eyes went wide.
"...Ngh."
She couldn't say a word.
Her feelings for Theo. The feelings she had kept locked deep in her heart, never telling anyone. The secret she hadn't even been able to properly share with Katrina.
"Ange."
With Ange's small hand, Katrina gripped Ange's—her own—hand.
"You have to tell Theo how you feel properly. If you keep hiding it, your envious heart won't melt."
"B-but...!"
Ange's voice trembled.
"My voice right now is Kat's voice, you know!? Telling my own love story with this calm, beautiful voice... it's just weird! I can't feel confident in my own words!"
"Don't speak with my body. Speak with Ange's heart. No matter what body you're in, Ange is Ange. Bright, straightforward, a little clumsy—but you understand people's feelings better than anyone. You're my best friend, aren't you?"
Katrina's voice was gentle, yet strong.
Ange bit her lip hard.
And then, she took one step forward.
She stood before Theo.
"...Theo!"
It was a loud voice.
Katrina's calm-toned voice echoed through the sealing chamber. Theo stared at Ange, startled.
"I've always loved you, Theo!"
Lize let out a small gasp. El, expressionless, gripped the sketchbook tightly.
"But I'm not beautiful like Kat, I don't have a good figure, and I always thought I wasn't good enough for you. I thought even if I told you, it'd be hopeless anyway. So I could never say it."
Tears spilled from Katrina's large violet eyes, one after another.
"But... but now it's different! After fighting with Kat and making up, after seeing Kat struggle so hard in this tiny, difficult body... I realized. I can't run away. I have to face my own feelings properly."
Theo just listened in silence.
His honey-colored curls swayed faintly. His sky-blue eyes gazed steadily at Ange.
"I can't become like Kat. But I want to tell you I love you, just as I am. As myself—I want to tell you properly!"
At that moment—
The Copying Mirror emitted a dazzling golden light.
FWOOOOOSH!
The air trembled. Every single ivy tendril shone as if alive, casting intricate patterns of light across the walls and ceiling of the sealing chamber.
"The conditions have been met."
El's voice quavered slightly.
The light overflowed from within the mirror, filling the room, spilling into the hallway, down the stairs, spreading throughout the school building. A warm light. Gentler than the morning sun, stronger than moonlight—and yet, so achingly nostalgic it made one want to cry.
Ange's body began to glow faintly.
"Huh...?"
She could see through her own hands. But she wasn't afraid.
A sensation as if her body was floating gently upward. As if pulled by something, her vision spun around.
—And then.
Thud.
She landed on her backside.
Her own small hands. Short legs. Bright brown hair that reached her shoulders swayed at the edge of her vision.
"I'm back... It's my body!"
Ange shouted.
It was a voice so high-pitched it surprised even herself. Not Katrina's calm voice. Her usual, slightly childish, energetic—Ange's voice.
"I'm... back too...!"
Beside her, Katrina clutched her own long silver hair with both hands, tears welling in her eyes. Straight silver hair reaching her waist. Large, deep violet eyes. Long limbs. Unmistakably, the body of Katrina Liebel.
"I'm back... This is my body...!"
Lize stared at her own hands, trembling. Tall, with bluish-black hair trimmed at the shoulders. Narrow, sharp gray eyes. Not the body of a small boy—the original Lize Victoria.
El, too, expressionlessly gazed at their own hands. Silver hair reaching the waist. Odd eyes. Back in a boy's body, El said nothing but made a small, quiet fist pump.
"We did it! We're back!"
Ange jumped up.
And then—
"Theo!!"
On her own two feet, she stood before Theo.
A small body of 158 centimeters. Looking up at Theo, who was 183 centimeters. So much taller. When she had been in Katrina's body, she hadn't had to look up like this.
But—this was her own eye level.
"Theo, I'm sorry for saying weird stuff in Kat's body earlier! But what I'm about to say now—it's all my real words!"
Ange took a deep breath. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her palms were drenched with sweat. Her knees were trembling a little, too.
But she wouldn't run anymore.
"I love you, Theo!"
Her large, round brown eyes looked straight up at Theo.
"I've loved you for a long time! The way you play soccer, the way you can't leave people in trouble alone, the way you're a little dense—I love all of it!"
Theo's sky-blue eyes opened wide.
"A-and, it's not like I'm asking you to go out with me right now or anything! Starting as friends is fine—I just want you to really get to know me! I'm clumsy, I'm not great at studying, I'm bad at mornings, I trip all the time—but I love you more than anyone!"
With a face crumpled by tears and smiles, Ange gazed straight at Theo.
Theo's mouth hung open.
His honey-colored curls swayed gently in the lingering breeze of the sealing chamber. The silver cross necklace at his collar reflected a faint glimmer of light.
"...Ange."
Theo scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
And then—his face turned bright red, all the way to his ears.
"Ange, you're... somehow, more sparkly than before."
"...Huh?"
"To be honest, I didn't really understand the whole body-swap thing. But what you just said, Ange—it made me really happy."
Theo smiled bashfully, then held out his fist toward Ange.
"Starting as friends—nice to meet you."
For a moment, Ange stared at that fist.
But the next instant—
"Yeah!!"
She gently touched her own small fist to Theo's large one.
A soft impact.
For the first time, she felt like she had gained an equal relationship.
Tears streamed endlessly from Ange's eyes. But they weren't sad tears anymore.
Watching this scene from the entrance of the sealing chamber was a single shadow.
It was Katrina Liebel.
Her long silver hair, reaching her waist, swayed faintly.
Her deep violet eyes were faintly misty.
"...I'm glad, Ange."
Katrina covered her mouth with her hand and quietly stepped away.
Behind a pillar, alone, she silently wiped her tears.
During those seven days spent in Ange's body, she too had been touched by Theo's kindness, and her heart had been slightly swayed.
But—right now, she had seen her best friend's smile. That alone was enough.
After school.
Beneath the wisteria trellis in the courtyard, the "Mirage Garden."
Small white and pale purple flowers swayed in the breeze. The sound of the fountain's water echoed coolly through the air.
Ange and Katrina sat side by side on a bench.
"Man, what a chaotic seven days that was!"
Ange laughed, leaning back with her small body.
"It really was. The most intense seven days of my life."
Katrina smiled elegantly, tucking her long silver hair behind her ear.
"You know, after spending time in your body, Kat... I understood something really important."
Ange's face suddenly turned serious.
"I was always jealous of you, Kat. You're beautiful, you have a great figure, you can do anything—but that was all I saw. I never realized how hard you were working all alone."
"...Ange."
"I had a complex about being small, not being good at sports, fading into the background so easily. But—living in your body, I understood. What matters isn't your appearance
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