Dandadan head swap (Patreon)

I watched this anime back in December, and I really liked it. But it was only today that this weird idea about swapping heads popped into my mind. After playing around with the image a bit, I realized I just had to write a story, lol.

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— Ugh... Damn it, what now? Why is everyone gone again? — Momo muttered, glancing around the empty classroom. Just a minute ago, she had been arguing with Okarun about how Aira Shiratori, with her pink hair and obsessive interest in him, was clearly up to something. Momo insisted Aira wasn't as innocent as she seemed, while Okarun defended her, claiming she just wanted to help.

Now the classroom was empty. It was just the two of them and an oppressive silence.

— Looks like it’s those aliens again, — Okarun announced with a self-important air, adjusting his glasses.

— Seriously? — Momo turned to him, glaring with disbelief. — We don’t even know what happened, and you’re already blaming your precious aliens?

— It’s logical, — Okarun shrugged. — Every time something weird happens, they’re involved.

— Oh, sure, super logical, — Momo grumbled, rolling her eyes. — Maybe it’s ghosts?

— You’re on about that again? — he sighed.

But before their argument could escalate, the air in the classroom shimmered, and a loud, eerie chuckle filled the room, sending chills down their spines. It sounded like someone had been watching them the whole time, amused by their bickering.

— Who’s there?! — Momo shouted, raising a hand as if ready to fight. Her eyes darted around the classroom, but nothing suspicious was visible.

— I told you! It’s aliens! — Okarun seemed both frightened and thrilled at the idea that his theory might be proven right.

— It’s not aliens, — Momo snapped irritably. — This feels more like...

Before she could finish, a lump seemed to form in her throat. She struggled to speak, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Her eyes widened in panic as she grabbed at her neck, trying desperately to force out a word, but no sound escaped.

— Momo? What’s wrong? — Okarun asked, alarmed, staring at her.

Before he could approach, his own body began to tremble. He clutched his neck, feeling as though invisible hands were squeezing it. He tried to speak, but his voice, too, was gone.

Momo and Okarun exchanged panicked glances, struggling to make sense of what was happening. Then, that chilling laughter echoed through the room once more.

— Ha-ha-ha! How pathetic and amusing, mortals! — a voice boomed, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. — You’re so predictable, with your petty squabbles and pitiful attempts to understand one another. Time for some fun!

Before either of them could react, the classroom lights dimmed, and a suffocating darkness enveloped them. A loud ringing, like an invisible siren, filled their ears. Then came the sensation of falling. Momo tried to close her eyes, but they wouldn’t obey. She screamed, but no sound came out.

And then, everything went still.

Momo opened her eyes and found herself back in the classroom. Everything looked the same as before. But there was one problem.

— What the... — she began, but stopped, startled by the low voice that escaped her mouth. She looked around and froze when her gaze landed on her reflection in the window. Staring back at her was Okarun. Or rather, his body—with her head on top of it, now sporting his ridiculous haircut.

Momo blinked, trying to convince herself it was some kind of hallucination. Her breathing quickened as she slowly lowered her gaze to her hands. Rough, long, with thin fingers—these were Okarun’s hands.

— What the hell is this?! — she shouted, stopping mid-sentence as her voice came out unnaturally deep and nothing like hers.

— What’s happening?! — her own voice sounded from nearby.

Momo whipped around and saw herself. Or rather, her body. It stood by the nearest desk, wearing her pink sweater and skirt, with her usual hairstyle. But the sight was jarringly bizarre because perched atop her body was Okarun’s head. His glasses sat awkwardly on her face, and his bewildered expression only made the whole scene more absurd.

— AAAAHHH! — Okarun shrieked, glancing down. He raised her hands, touched his face, and froze as his own face turned scarlet. The moment he felt the taut fabric of Momo’s bra stretch against his breasts, he flinched as if burned and yanked his hands away.

— What the... what is this?! Why do I have... — he trailed off, fumbling awkwardly with his short skirt, his hands clenched so tightly that his breasts pressed together slightly under the pressure. His embarrassment reached new heights.

— AAAAHHH! — he screamed again, jerking his hands away as though they were scalded. His face turned even redder—if that was even possible. — Why is this so... so weird?!"

— Because it’s MY body, you idiot! — Momo barked, glaring at him with frustration. Her new deep voice made her sound even more intimidating. She jabbed a finger in his direction, not caring that her hand looked oversized and clumsy. — The last thing I need is you... touching anything!

— I’m not touching anything! It just happened! — Okarun stammered, crossing his arms over his chest and looking as if he wanted to vanish into thin air.

— I said, hands off! — Momo roared, her voice booming through the classroom with unexpected force. She took a step forward, but Okarun’s long legs betrayed her, and she nearly crashed into a nearby desk.

— I moved them! I moved them! — Okarun assured, raising his hands defensively. But his face was so crimson that she realized his embarrassment had reached its limit.

— Damn it, this is a nightmare... — she muttered, covering her face with her hands.

— It’s definitely aliens, — said Okarun, who still didn’t dare to move so the skirt wouldn’t start acting “weird” again. — It’s one of their experiments! They want to test how we handle being in each other’s bodies!

— An experiment? Are you kidding me?! Why would they even test that?! That’s stupid, you idiot. — Momo dropped her hands and stepped toward him, trying to look intimidating, but her new movements were so clumsy that she almost bumped into a desk with her hip, making the whole scene unintentionally funny. — It’s a spirit! It’s done something weird to us, and here you go again with your aliens!

— Or maybe the spirit is their representative! — Okarun snapped, adjusting the glasses that kept sliding down the bridge of her nose and irritably tugging at the earrings that swung with every movement. — And what’s the point of these things anyway?!

— I’m going to strangle you if you say anything like that again, — Momo said calmly, but her voice, distorted by the echo off the walls, added a comical edge to her threat.

Suddenly, the air in the room trembled again, and that familiar ominous laughter echoed from everywhere.

— Oh, how amusing you mortals are, — the spirit drawled, materializing before them in a semi-transparent form. His glowing eyes and wide grin stretched unnervingly. — I didn’t expect this to be so entertaining.

— You! — Momo and Okarun shouted simultaneously, pointing at him.

— Put everything back to normal! — Momo barked. Her new, deeper voice sounded threatening, but even she could tell it came out unnaturally.

— Please! — Okarun practically begged, shielding himself with his hands to stop the skirt from riding up again.

The spirit only laughed harder.

— Oh no, no, my dear ones, — he said, clasping his hands behind his back. — Until you learn to understand each other, I’m not changing a thing.

— Yeah, right! — Momo shot back, stepping forward without hesitation. She clenched her fists, trying to channel her power, but nothing happened.

— What the...? — she muttered, focusing again. Her fist trembled, but no energy flowed from it.

The spirit tilted his head, watching curiously.

— What, it’s not working? — he asked mockingly.

— It’s because of your body! I don’t have my power! And yours isn’t working either! — Momo snapped, turning to Okarun. — Ugh! Your turbo mode is broken!

— Hey! — he protested, flailing his arms. — My stuff works just fine! Maybe you just don’t know how to use... uh... me?

— Then help me! — she shouted, pointing at the spirit.

— How?! — he stammered, stepping back.

— Use my power! Do something! — Momo commanded, her voice filled with anger and desperation.

Okarun hesitated, glancing at his—her—hands, and took an awkward step forward. He clenched his fists, concentrating as hard as he could.

— Uh... how do you usually do this? — he muttered, straining.

— Were you even listening when I explained it to you?! — Momo groaned, grabbing her head, nearly hitting the desk with her elbow.

— I... uh... Well, I don’t usually try to grab anyone! — Okarun shouted back.

The spirit’s laughter grew even louder, as if the bickering amused him more than anything else.

— Ha-ha-ha! You’re so helpless! — he said, clutching his stomach, though his translucent body didn’t actually have one. — This is magnificent!

— Don’t laugh! — Momo yelled, trying once more to activate her power. Her face twisted with rage, but her new body refused to obey her. — Damn it, this is impossible!

— You can’t even imagine how pathetic you look, — the spirit sneered, shaking his head. — Well, then... I’ll leave you to continue your adorable little show. Good luck, mortals. You’ll definitely need it.

With that, he dissolved into the air, leaving only the echo of his sinister laughter behind.

Momo and Okarun stood in the classroom, breathing heavily from the tension and frustration.

— You’re unbearable! — Momo exclaimed, pointing at him. — If your body worked properly, I would’ve already grabbed that spirit!

— Can you not blame me for once?! — Okarun snapped back, adjusting the sliding glasses and tugging at the earrings that kept distracting him. — It’s not my fault you can’t... use my power!

Momo closed her eyes, exhaled, and clenched her fists.

— Fine. We need to figure out how to fix this. But first, you’re going to stop acting like a complete idiot in my body.

— Then you stop making my body look like a monkey! — he retorted.

They were in for a long day.