The sunlight had welcomed the beginning of a new day on Jabberwock Island, and it was sure to be just as beautiful a day as the previous few. After entering Hope's Peak Academy for the first time, Hajime and his new classmates suddenly managed to find themselves on a beautiful island alongside a talking stuffed animal. Any attempt at a rational question about the situation went unanswered, and the confusion rang high among the students. The stuffed animal, introducing herself as Usami, quickly told them what the purpose of the trip was. They were tasked with collecting materials and using them to construct special items. Again, any question about the situation went unanswered by the stuffed animal. Hajime and the others eventually decided against asking anymore questions, and instead opted to enjoying the sunny weather, and having fun getting to know each other. For a few days now, Hajime had been having the time of his life, hanging out with the others, and the work he had to do every day wasn't too bad in his opinion. He'd found a couple of good friends in Chiaki and Souda, and even seemed to get along nicely with the rest of the group. Yeah, Hajime was having more fun than ever in his new situation, and quickly found himself forgetting all about the initial confusion he had when he first arrived.

About a week after arriving, they had managed to find all the necessary materials to create the first item on the list. After getting the green light from Usami, they held a gigantic beach party to celebrate. And out of all the things to happen on the island so far, Hajime had enjoyed this particular night the most. It was a wild mess of dancing, talking, laughing… So much so, that when the party was finally over, he'd gone home and quickly collapsed on his bed. With all of his energy gone, he couldn't wait to find out what tomorrow would have in store for him. The night swiftly passed, and the sun once again shined through every students window, inviting them to wake up and enjoy yet another day.


Hajime woke up.

He opened his eyes, but quickly found himself closing them when exposed to the brightness of the sun coming in through the window. He instead opted for sitting upright in the bed without opening his eyes.

Hajime expected his body to be really heavy and immobile from the wild party last night, but much to his surprise, he found himself sitting upright with ease.

After sitting motionless for a while, trying to get energy to actually get off the bed and start the day, he rubbed his eyes with his arm before opening them slowly.

The sunlight temporarily blinded him, making everything in the room turn white, but soon the room came into focus.

Tired and still a bit drowsy, he lazily and with no urgency scanned the room. There really wasn't a need to, but after only a week of sleeping somewhere other than his own bed for a change, he just sort of instinctively wanted to confirm that he, in fact, was somewhere else…

Yup, this was definitely a cabin by the Jabberwock Hotel. There was a shower, the bed he was currently laying in…

But then his gaze suddenly fell onto a certain object on the wall. Something he didn't notice before.

A corkboard was hanging, just to the left of his bed.

It looked clean and organized, with a bunch of pictures hanging neatly on it.

It wouldn't look out of place to outsiders, and it certainly didn't look wrong in any way.

But for Hajime, it was wrong.

It was very, very wrong.

He didn't have any corkboard on the wall. He didn't have any pictures with him on the trip. He didn't remember ever taking pictures during the trip.

In fact, he distinctively remember there being a bunch of shelves instead. He didn't really have anything to put on them, so they were left empty, but they were definitely there.

Hajime's eyes widened, and as they did, he began to notice that it wasn't just the corkboard that was different than he'd remembered.

Suddenly finding himself frozen in his bed, his eyes darted back and forth across the room.

Subtle differences quickly turned into plain contradictions of memory.

The table underneath the corkboard, where the shelves should have been.

Books on the table instead of the flowers he distinctively remembered watering at some point.

The carpet laid out in the room, instead of the wooden floor being completely exposed.

His body and mind becoming more awake than ever before, Hajime reacted to the sudden sensation of panic he was currently experiencing with a confused sound.

"Huh?"

His mind processed what he'd just heard himself say out loud.

He tried speaking again, the exact same sound leaving his mouth once again.

"Huh?"

It was strange, but Hajime was certain.

That wasn't his voice.

The sound repeated over and over in his head. It wasn't his voice. He knew what he sounded like to himself… and that wasn't it.

The sound currently coming out of his mouth was lighter and more soft compared to his "own" voice. Hell, it almost sounded…

Feminine.

Refusing to believe his ears, Hajime spoke out loud once again.

"What? What's happening to my voice?!"

There was no mistaking it.

The voice was that of a girl.

Hajime quickly decided to turn his attention away from the room, and onto himself. He didn't see anything weird before, when the tired state of his mind made processing everything difficult, but now, he clearly saw it.

His usual tie had been replaced with a red and white checkered one. His skin had become much paler than he remembered. He was wearing a green dress instead of his usual clothing.

But even that wasn't the strangest thing Hajime could think of. Only just now did he realize that the dress felt rather tight around his chest area. Looking directly down, the entirety of his body below the throat came in full view.

Hajime could not believe what he was seeing.

"No way…"

He couldn't explain it himself. He had no idea why. But somehow, some way…

"No way… Nowaynowaynowaynoway… No fucking way…"

He had… boobs. Like, literal boobs. Not some pretend stuff where he'd put tissue paper under his shirt to feel what it would be like to be a girl, but… actual breasts hanging from his chest.

Refusing to believe what was shown in front of him, Hajime poked one of them.

As he felt the response from the touch, another impossible conclusion had to be drawn.

They were most definitely real.

Hajime's mind flew into a state of complete panic.

"Whats happening to me!? Is this some kind of joke?!"

Hajime's breathing increased as he got off the bed and looked around the room, not having any idea what to do.

"Am I… am I dreaming?"

The thought made Hajime's movements pause for a sec, before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, that must be it. I'm dreaming. This is all a dream, this isn't happening, and when I wake up it'll be all over."

Breathing a sigh of relief, fully convinced that his theory was true, Hajime started laughing.

"Ahaha… How silly of me… There's no way this could happen for real… Haha…"

Hajime stretched out his arm.

"Alright… All I gotta do to get out of here is to pinch myself."

Grabbing the skin on his left arm with the thumb and second finger on his right hand, he started to squeeze.

A second passed. Five seconds passed. Ten seconds passed.

Nothing happened.

"Hmm?"

Hajime squeezed harder, to the point of it being actually painful. The skin was starting to turn pure red, as the nails dug even deeper into the skin.

Nothing happened.

He closed his eyes, pinched himself even harder than before. The pain was unbearable, but he forced himself to continue doing it. With gritted teeth, he began imagining his own room in his mind. The walls, the ceiling, the furniture, everything he distinctively remembered appeared in his head.

Then his eyes opened again.

His arm still looked pale.

The clothes still weren't his own.

Once again, nothing happened.

Hajime shot up from the bed, as the reality of the situation dawned on him.

This was no dream.

This was all real.

It was all way too real.

"Holy shit… No way…"

The previous sense of relief was completely destroyed in the span of only a few seconds.

"I don't believe it, but this is real. I don't believe it, but this is real. I don't believe it, but this is real."

His mind was fighting against itself. One half refused to believe what was happening, while the other half was forced to accept it.

His hands instinctively moved to his face as a question suddenly forced itself into his mind.

A question he now needed the answer to.

"Mirror… I need a mirror…"

Hajime rushed towards the drawer, looking for anything resembling a mirror.

"Who… who am I? What do I look like? I-I need… to see my own face…"

Items flew to the side, as Hajime's hands dug deeper and deeper to reach the bottom of the drawer.

The drawer contained clothes, photos and a wallet. Nothing that could help him see himself.

He closed the drawer and quickly opened the next, this time opting for throwing out all the items, to make sure nothing went unchecked. Still nothing.

The third drawer quickly underwent the same treatment as the other two. Once again, Hajime failed to find anything useful.

The drawer slammed shut with a huge bang. He quickly turned his head away from the drawer, scanning the room for what felt like the millionth time this morning.

"There's got to be something… There must be something…"

"PLING!"

The sudden sound startled Hajime. His blood froze, thinking for just a second that someone had entered the room. Upon realizing that wasn't the case, he anxiously began searching around the room for the source of the sound.

"Where is it? Where?!"

After a bit of searching, his attention turned to the table. Or more specifically, something on the table.

A small cell phone laid on the table, with the screen facing the table. A small light repeatedly flashed from it.

It looked like a phone with a front camera.

Hajime stared at the cell phone and his entire body began to shiver.

He slowly approached the phone, almost afraid to reach out and take it.

He really didn't want to take it, and under usual circumstances, he never would.

It wasn't his. He knew that whoever it belonged to, most likely didn't want him using it.

However, in the current situation Hajime couldn't see any other possibility. He needed to see his own face. He needed to know what was going on.

His hand eventually reached it, and it took a few seconds before he was able to pull it back to himeslf.

Mentally apologizing to the phone's rightful owner, he pulled it close to his own face, took a deep breath and pressed the first button his trembling fingers managed to find.

The screen lit up, showing that a message had been received not too long ago. Hajime assumed this was the message that had caused the sound, which startled him earlier.

"Hey Big Sis! Are you feeling all right? We promised to meet at the cafeteria 20 minutes ago! You're making me really worried! - Hiyoko"

And all of a sudden, everything clicked into place.

The fact that the message was from Hiyoko, of all people.

The fact that the room contained a corkboard filled with pictures.

The fact that he had woken up with so many changes to his body, clothes and location.

Hajime's heartrate increased as his fingers quickly moved across the screen, desperate to find the camera app. His voice was getting increasingly desperate.

"There's no way… It can't be…"

His fingers fumbled onto the camera app icon.

"There's just no way that can be real…"

The loading icon appeared for a brief second before the image captured by the front camera was shown on the screen of the phone.

A shaking person was staring back at him. Someone he had seen before.

The face currently looking back at him had short red hair, grey eyes and a few freckles above the nose.

Hajime blinked. The face on the screen blinked at the same time.

Hajime moved his head around. The face did the exact same movements.

Hajime touched his face with his left hand. The face was touched in the exact same location by a left hand.

There was no longer any doubt in Hajime's mind.

"I… I'm…"

Overwhelmed by the situation, Hajime swallowed, waiting a long time before finishing the sentence.

"…Mahiru Koizumi."


Hey everyone! After watching "Kimi No Na Wa" and reading "Boku wa Mari no Naka", I couldn't resist bringing a body-swap style story to the Danganronpa universe! I love those kinds of stories, as I think it leaves a lot of room for character building. Currently, I'm planning this to be a very typical version of this story, but I still think a lot of creative ideas are possible! After all, this is the Danganronpa universe. I already have plans for some of the chapters and possibly even the ending. Thanks for reading, hopefully Chapter 2 will come out some time in the future!
(Also this was uploaded on Mahiru Koizumi's birthday! Did I plan for that?... Well, it'll sound cooler if I say "yes", so...)