Hiroki was awakened by the sweet feeling of someone tightly embracing him behind. "Hmm…" For a moment, Hiroki felt comfortable by the thought of his lover embracing him, until he noticed something different.

"His hands are cold…", Hiroki said to himself. He stopped to think. "Wait…Oh God...I know this feeling!" Hiroki turned his head ever so slowly, afraid to think that what he had predicted was true.

His eyes shot wide open only to see a silver-haired man sleeping soundly behind him.

"AAAAAAAAAAHH!", Hiroki leaped out of the bed in fright, followed by seeing that both men were completely declothed. "What the fuck happened last night?", Hiroki thought to himself, "I don't recall coming to Bakahiko's place and sleeping with him. Was I drunk? Oh shit, what happened to Takahashi. What happened to him? Where's Nowaki?"

The silver-haired man woke up to the sound of the startled man yelling 'AH' just a second ago. "Shit! He's awake." , Hiroki shouted to himself.

Akihiko's eyes fluttered open to see his adorable uke of chocolate brown hair scrambled on the floor with only a blanket covering his abdomen and a slightly pink hue across his face. He smirked and rested his chin in his own palm which held him up. "Good morning love. Did you enjoy last night?"

For a moment, Hiroki didn't say a word but then shouted, "The hell do you mean by that, you asshole? I don't remember coming to your house and enjoying anything with you! What the heck did you do, kidnap me and fuck me unconscious? My ass hurts!"

Akihiko was silent and his eyes widened and his eyebrows curved into a slightly confused look that planted on his face for a moment. He started to speak, "What are you talking about? Kidnapped?"

"You know what I mean! You better explain yourself, you damn rabbit!", Hiroki was frustrated. Akihiko said with a straight face. "Misaki what's gotten into you?" "You know damn well what's gotten into-Wait…Misaki?" Hiroki feels a little weird. "Umm, yeah. That's your name right?" Akihiko feels a wee bit annoyed/confused.

"What? No! My name is Hi-" Before Hiroki could finish his sentence, he noticed something different about himself. His hand he rested upon his own chest seemed smaller and a different bone structure. He took a look at himself at his torso, different body structure. Hiroki dared himself to look further down under the sheets…"Definitely not mine!"

He looked up at his childhood friend who had a worried look on his face. The professor thought for a moment, he suddenly jumped up and ran toward the bedroom door, out of the bedroom, and to the author's bathroom. Yes. Hiroki knew where the man's bathroom was, is that a problem? Hiroki sped over to the mirror which seemed a bit higher than he remembered and looked up at his reflection only to be stared back at by a boy with dark brown hair and big emerald eyes.

"Misaki, are you alright? You're acting all weird." Akihiko stood at the door still having that same worried look he had on before. Hiroki's eyes shot back at the silver-haired man who was now covered with a robe. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was in his childhood friend's penthouse, buck-naked, and in another man's body. His student's body. "What's going on? What happened last night? How the hell did this happen to me?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Hiroki fainted, screaming his throat out.