Author's Note: Thanks again to my reviewers! Well, reviewer, anyways. I decided to write this chapter despite the fact that I only got one review for my last chapter because I was bored and felt the urge to write something random and mostly pointless. Just to warn you, this chapter has some entirely Kodocha-ish perverted humor to it. Nothing too bad, though, lol. It had to happen sooner or later, and I'm sure everyone was expecting it.

Chapter 4

Sana woke up and tried to wipe the dried tears from her face. She looked down to see Hayama next to her, his arm wrapped protectively around her. She took a deep breath and let it out. Last night had its ups and downs… She had convinced herself that there was no possible way he could still love her, but now, she wasn't quite sure what to think.

Sana sighed and wished that they were back in their own bodies. It was still weird to see herself leaning up against… Herself… In Hayama's body. This time, though, she didn't bother trying to get up. Suddenly, a terrifying thought came to her mind. 'Oh my God! It's morning! We'll… Have to change! But… But… But…' She couldn't even bring herself to finish the thought, and she turned bright red.

She hadn't realized that she had started twitching a bit until Hayama woke up from the motion. He rubbed his eyes groggily. "What is it now?" he asked when he sat up and saw her cherry-red face.

"N-nothing!" Sana said, unconvincingly cheerfully. It may have tricked someone who didn't know her as well, but Hayama was used to her acting by now and knew when she was lying.

He gave her a skeptical look. She kept glancing back at a clock she had found in his room. '7:30. We can still go for a few hours wearing the same clothes until I figure something out. Now I just have to keep Hayama distracted.' Unfortunately, this "brilliant" plan wasn't about to work as well as she had hoped.

Hayama noticed how she was staring at the clock, which only confused him more. "What…?" he asked, not bothering to finish the question, since it was obvious she wouldn't answer him anyways. Slowly, he started to realize what Sana was thinking, and he smirked. "So… That's what your worried about, huh?"

"W-what? What are you talking about? I'm not worried about anything!" she said, grinning nervously.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You're still not going to trick me," he said. "You're worrying about the fact that it's morning and we have to change."

Sana's eyes widened. She hadn't expected him to figure it out so quickly. "W-well… Yeah, okay, so what if I am?" she asked, taking the defensive immediately. "It's only natural! I mean… You're a pervert!" she yelled, momentarily forgetting everything that had happened the night before.

Hayama resisted the urge to laugh at the look on her (or rather his) face right now, but he did it, thanks to years of experience of never showing his true emotions. However, he came up with an idea that would, hopefully, calm her down for a while. "Well, I'm just hanging out here for the day, right? Since it's Sunday."

"…I guess…" she replied hesitantly, wondering what he was getting at.

"Then it won't be devastating to you if 'you're' not wearing a skirt, right?" he continued on with a sneer.

"…No…"

"Okay, then I can put on some pants under the skirt and then pull the skirt off, okay?" If this were any normal time, he wouldn't be trying so hard to give her an acceptable solution. Then again, if this were any normal time, he also wouldn't be trapped in the body of the love of his life. His other little perverted tricks had been different. This was serious. If he did anything now, Sana would probably murder him with no regrets, not just smack him with that stupid mallet of hers. "I can keep wearing the same shirt. Nobody will notice."

"… No. I'll do that, and you close your eyes!" Sana said, still a little bit suspicious of him. "You would probably do something gross like feeling my butt while you're pulling the pants up."

Hayama grimaced. In reality, he hadn't even thought of that possibility yet, but now she had put the thought into his head. "Fine, whatever," he said. "I'll go grab a pair of my sweatpants or something to wear, since you obviously didn't bring anything from your house."

So they went through with their plan, with Hayama being forced not only to close his eyes by Sana but also to cover them, despite the fact that he wouldn't have been able to see anything even if his eyes were open (because she was putting the pants on under the skirt). When they were done, she looked proud for a second and then realization dawned on her.

"Now what do I do?" she asked, partially to herself and partially to Hayama.

Hayama leered at her and said, "You think I care what you see?" in that all-too-perverted way that he had.

Sana just glared at him. "Go get some stupid clothes!" she yelled at him. He left and came back a few seconds later with another pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Sana stomped into his bedroom and laid the clothes out on the bed in front of her. Then, she closed her eyes and changed as fast as she could, determined to keep her mind blank from all the thoughts that were trying to push their way in.

When she was done, she stomped back out and tried to ignore the annoying look on Hayama's face. She walked past him and started heading down the hall, not quite sure where she was going or why. This time, he couldn't stop himself from laughing at her expression. This managed to distract Sana though, and she stopped mid-stride, turned around, and ran back to stare at him. "You laughed!" she exclaimed.

However, Hayama's face had already gone back to normal. "No, I didn't," he said.

"Stop trying to trick me! You laughed! I know you did!"

"Nope, I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

This went on for a few more minutes before Sana finally gave up, went out to the living room, and plopped down onto the couch. Hayama joined her, and they turned on the television again, skipped past the news (which was still spreading rumors about her and Naozumi), and settled on some random drama that neither of them really understood or were paying much attention to.

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A few hours later, Natsumi came home. "Hey, little bro!" she said, waving. "Oh, hi, Sana!! Akito, how rude! Why didn't you tell me Sana was staying over? I would have come back last night instead of staying out!"

The real Akito raised an eyebrow, noticing the irony that the 'girl' his sister was fawning over was actually him. He was also trying to figure out when he could have possibly gotten the chance to tell her Sana was over.

Catching on to Hayama's thoughts, Sana said, "Oh, yeah, that's right… Natsumi called after you fell asleep last night."

Natsumi turned to her. "Akito, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me onee-chan!"

Sana, trying to act like Hayama, simply rolled her eyes and said nothing.

"Well, I need to go do some homework, since there's school tomorrow and I still haven't gotten anything done!" Natsumi said, starting to walk through the doorway. "See you two later!"

Sana and Hayama exchanged glances. Natsumi had just brought up one important detail- school was tomorrow.

Sana was the first to say anything. "How am I supposed to be you for a whole school day?" she asked.

Hayama shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? Besides, how am I supposed to act like a hyperactive idiot all day? I'm not climbing onto a desk and singing and dancing like you always do."

Sana pulled her mallet out and began hitting over the head with it.

"Where the hell did you get that thing?!" Hayama yelled.

"What? You thought I wouldn't get it out of my pocket after you changed?" she asked.

"How the hell do you fit that thing in your pocket in the first place?!"

"That's for me to know and for you never to find out!" Sana said, sticking her tongue out at him.

The rest of the day continued uneventfully for the most part. In the afternoon, 'Sana' called her 'Mama' and explained that she would have to stay at Hayama's house again to do a science project. In reality, the real Sana just didn't trust Hayama to change into the school uniform in the morning so she demanded that he stay there. Not that he really cared. It was his house, after all.

They awoke the next morning (Hayama actually forced Sana to wake up on time for once) with a strange combination of dread and determination. They got ready the same way they had the previous morning, but with Sana putting the school uniform's top on Hayama, too, and stepped out of the house.

It was the beginning of what was about to become a very long school day.

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Author's Note: Yep, that's the end of chapter four! I'm amazed that I've been updating as much as I have! Well, let me know if you're reading, 'cause I don't want to be writing all this if nobody's reading it. Please review! Pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top? As always, your reviews keep me writing!