He was shivering when he woke up, even though he was roasting. Someone was smoothing a cool pack onto his forehead- Judai? he thought, and then wondered why he was thinking of that idiot at a time like this. But the hands were too small to be Judai's. Probably Shou, he thought.

He forced his eyes open. Instead he found himself looking at Asuka, and they widened. When he tried to say her name, it came out as a croak.

"Don't try to speak," she said. With the cool pack firmly stuck on his forehead, she tugged her gloves back on, and leaned over to the bedside table. "Do you want a drink?"

He nodded and rolled over, propping himself up just enough to take a sip. Even that exhausted him. What was with this sudden bout of illness? It was almost as though it was a cheap plot device that was poorly planned out? Oh well, he wouldn't dwell on it. It was probably because he was in Judai's body - he didn't know how lots of things felt in Judai's body, and he didn't know what it would be like to be SICK in it, so there was no way he could have seen this illness coming. Yeah, that made enough sense

"Where am I?" He managed to ask, albeit with a hoarse voice. Once his vision had focussed some, he realised he wasn't in Fubuki's room, or his own, and definitely not Judai's - the room had a distinct obelisk blue dorm feel to it, but it wasn't any room he'd ever been in.

"We moved you to my room. Junko and Momoe wanted to keep hanging out with Fubuki in his, and mine was closest."

Wow, thanks guys, Manjoume thought, though he wasn't exactly surprised. It wasn't like either of Asuka's friends were overly fond of Judai - although it stung a bit that Fubuki hadn't come with him.

But still, he was in Asuka's room! Although while he'd always wanted to get in her bed, this had NOT been what he'd had in mind… he nestled into the sheets, hoping to catch a whiff of that elusive Tenjouin-kun scent.

"I changed the sheets before I put you in my bed, you weirdo," Asuka said sharply.

Manjoume was disappointed, but not TOO disappointed, which worried him. A couple of weeks ago, it would have devastated him! Now it just seemed like a minor inconvenience to not be able to sniff Asuka's bedspread like a creepy sex pest. Blame it on the fever, he thought, and he looked over to her bedside table. There were a couple of magazines on it, and he just couldn't imagine her reading all those celebrity gossip mags. It just didn't seem like a thing his beloved Asuka would do.

She noticed his staring at her magazines and leaned forward, taking one off of the pile. She flipped through the pages absently, but seemed pleased to have a distraction. "Judai told me that you got invited to an interview for that duel magazine. Congratulations."

"Judai was the one getting interviewed," Manjoume said hoarsely, despite Asuka so sternly telling him not to speak. He felt even more tired after doing it, and realized that following Asuka's advice was probably a good idea.

Asuka nodded. "He told me that, too. You sure are unlucky, aren't you? You swapped bodies just before getting the chance of a lifetime."

Well, geez, she didn't have to rub it in like that! Manjoume scowled, pulling the covers up closer to his face.

There was a moment of quiet as Asuka flipped through the pages of her magazine. "Are you really trying to fall in love with Judai?"

The question came out of nowhere and smacked Manjoume hard. He went to yell "of course not! You're the only one for me!" but he merely squawked and fell back, grabbing the water from the side table and taking a big gulp. He couldn't believe that she thought he would actually go after Judai when she was RIGHT THERE! It was all just a misunderstanding that her brother was getting out of hand, right?

Asuka seemed amused by Manjoume's reaction, given by the smirk on her face. "Don't freak out. I was just asking."

Manjoume did not have time to ask why she would ask something so PREPOSTEROUS, because the door to her room opened and in came a concerned looking Judai, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yo, Asuka," he said as he came over and plopped himself down beside Manjoume on the bed. Manjoume felt nervous, being this close to Judai, even though they weren't close at all, really. Judai scratched at his head, looking frustrated. "Manjoume, you have to take care of my body! You've fallen sick like a thousand times this week alone!"

Manjoume felt a weird pang of disappointment at Judai's concern for his body and nothing else, but he shrugged it off, rolling to his side so he wasn't facing him.

"Manjoume!" Judai exclaimed.

"We should let him rest," Asuka said, but Judai was not budging. Manjoume was secretly wishing that Judai would get out of there, but it didn't appear as if though the slacker was going anywhere anytime soon. "Fine," Asuka finally conceded, slapping the magazine she was holding into Judai's lap. "You keep track of his fever - I'm going to save Junko and Momoe from my brother."

Manjoume sweat nervously as he listened to Asuka's footsteps get quieter and quieter until he couldn't hear them anymore. A deafening silence fell over him and Judai. He listened as Judai set the magazine back down on the bedside table, and then the silence resumed. Why wasn't he talking? Manjoume thought nervously. His nervous thoughts made him feel jittery. Why am I so nervous? It's just Judai…

Sick of the quiet, he rolled back over, and let out a surprised squeak when his eyes met with Judai's.

"You don't have to stay," Manjoume said at the same time as Judai said "Are you okay?"

They fell into an awkward silence. Judai frowned, looking away. Manjoume reached over to the glass to drink more water, and as he drank, Judai spoke up again. "You really scared me back there. You like passed out. Are you claustrophobic? I never thought you would be."

Manjoume shook his head, then nodded, then shrugged. Who knew what was up? Not me.

Judai watched Manjoume's hand as he set the glass back down. Manjoume felt awkward- speaking hurt too much at the moment, so he couldn't break the silence with words, only grunts, and he wasn't about to do that. That'd just add to the weirdness of this, probably. He wasn't used to seeing Judai in such a melancholy mood, and especially wasn't used to seeing his own face looking like that. He wasn't really sure what to do.

Just as he was mulling over what to do, Judai looked over to him again, his eyebrows furrowed still. Manjoume watched with half horror, half….anticipation?! as Judai leaned down, putting their faces closer and closer as the seconds went on. Manjoume froze up when Judai's lips met his own. He stared, wide eyed, at Judai's serene expression. What? What? What? Was this a fever dream?

It wasn't. Judai broke the kiss only to do it again, his expression tightened more. Manjoume was still shocked, but found himself...enjoying it? I mean, not that he'd ever enjoy kissing Judai! But Judai's face felt cool against his own as their skin touched, which was NICE MANJOUME GUESSED. He felt himself kissing back, and as soon as he did so Judai's weight shifted so he was basically hovering over him, bringing their faces even closer together. Manjoume felt lightheaded, but he wasn't necessarily hating it…Not that he'd ever say that out loud! He brought his hand up and out from underneath the covers and cautiously touched Judai's shoulder. At the touch, Judai pulled away with a jolt, his eyes wide, leaving Manjoume looking up at him, breathless.

"Sorry," he said, before standing up from the bed, still looking at Manjoume with a shocked expression. He reached up and covered his mouth. "Sorry." He repeated, voice sounding slightly panicked. He turned away from Manjoume, his shoulders tensed. "I'll go get another ice pack for you. I'll be right back."

Manjoume watched him leave, his expression transforming from blankly shocked to COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY HORRIFIED. If he was any more embarrassed, steam would be coming out of his ears! He buried himself beneath the covers, but the muffled silence only provided to make the quick thudding of his heart louder and more prominent.

What the hell was Judai thinking? Why was he kissing him like that? It was completely different from the kiss before - it hadn't been an ACCIDENT! It was on purpose! Judai had intentionally kissed him! A real kiss! What the dickens! That hadn't been mentioned by Fubuki!

He had no idea in the world why Judai had done that. Was the other boy feeling sick too? He hadn't felt hot…..in fact, he had felt positively CHILLY. Maybe he was getting sick! That would be the only way that smooch made sense!

But the more he thought about it, the less that reasoning made sense. He was struggling to rationalize the kiss at all. What he was struggling with even more was why he had kissed the boy back. He thought that he was a handsome dude, but kissing himself? Kinda weird.

As he thought nervously about this, he heard footsteps coming towards the bed again. He held his breath as someone sat down on the edge of the bed. He trembled as he pulled back the covers to see….

"You look sicker than ever," Asuka said flatly. Manjoume let out a huge gasp of breath, relaxing, loose-limbed, onto the bed. Asuka gently placed a new ice pack onto his forehead, which felt amazing.

"I thought you were Judai," Manjoume muttered, reaching up and adjusting the pack on his face.

Asuka didn't say anything, and Manjoume was grateful. He had to think about his life, his choices, and more importantly, what the hell Judai was thinking.

I'll confront him tomorrow, when I'm feeling better, he thought. Yet, the thought of meeting Judai after THAT made him feel slightly sick….oh well. Manjoume Thunder was not going to back down from Judai, especially not over something like that.