I have a handful of these short soulmate AU prompts I've been wanting to do. Of course, the first one (maybe even more 🥰) is obviously Giran because the last brain cell I have left is hyper-fixated.

Prompt: Soulmates swap bodies for a day on their 25th birthday.

L/f/d = least favorite drink ☺

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Giran's mouth hung open and he stared at the reflection in the mirror. A pair of eyes in an unfamiliar color looked back at him. He lifted his hand, reaching for what should have been his face, and the reflection did the same. The skin under his fingertips felt soft to the touch.

"Oh no, no, no." He heard a voice far from his own. It sounded softer and far more feminine. He couldn't pull his gaze away from the reflection. "I'm way past the date for this."

Giran followed the path he had taken before, passing unfamiliar doors and back to the bedroom. He sat down at the edge of the bed, needing time to sort through his thoughts.

A phone sat on the nightstand beside the bed. He picked it up and swiped at the screen. Giran came face to face with a password screen. He typed in a few guesses to no avail. After a moment of thought, he turned it around and searched for a fingerprint sensor.

A text conversation popped up. He read the first text. "Since you're not going to see this tomorrow, happy early birthday girl! The big two-five, are you excited?"

"Nervous more like it." The next message read. The last text explained everything he needed to know. Still, he was confused. Surely, something had gone wrong. The universe had to have made some sort of mistake.

He noticed the text continued. Giran continued to read, deciding to get a feel of what sort of person he had swapped bodies with. "What if they don't like me?"

"There's plenty to like about you. Just make sure not to dress up too lewd to bed, they're gonna wake up in whatever you're dressed in." The text immediately below had a winky face emoji. "Or you can. I'm sure that'll be a pleasant surprise."

"What if it doesn't happen?" Giran knew the answer to that all too well. Nothing happens. It ends like any other day. He set aside the phone and wandered around the house.

He came across a tiny kitchen. Appliances and fake plants cluttered the sparse counter space. Although it looked cramped, it felt as if it were intentional. A faint, sweet scent reminiscent of sugar lingered in the air. On the table, a white sheet of paper sat neatly under a plate.

Giran picked it up. It was some sort of note. He read out loud. "Hello, my name is y/n. If you're reading this, you must be my soulmate. If you'd like, we can meet up at the park downtown around noon. I'd love to talk to you."

Y/n added more at the bottom. "P.s. I baked a cake before bed. You're welcome to have as much as you'd like. I promise I ate too many slices last night, I don't think I could look at another slice of cake."

Giran turned to the stovetop. It read 10 am. He briefly looked over the f/c cake. It was missing a fourth of the slices. On the top, it read Happy Birthday to me. Giran's lips twitched into a small smirk. "Well, she sounds sweet."

His eyes glossed over the note one last time. He wondered if she still wanted to meet now that she's seen him. He paused and rubbed the back of his neck. No, probably not. I should still show up anyway. Who knows what sort of trouble she can get into in my body. I'd feel awful if she got arrested. Man, this is an inconvenience.

Giran walked back to the bedroom and slid the closet door open. He thumbed through the clothes hanging for a moment. Suddenly, he paused, glancing down at the body attached to his mind. His fingers grazed from the collarbone, sliding from the shoulder and down to the wrist over the f/c pajama top. His lips twitched into a small frown. "I wish she threw me a bone and slept with a bra on."

Giran fumbled through her dresser. He stopped at a drawer haphazardly filled with bras. He stared at the contents, his mind running blank. He abruptly closed the drawer closed. Nope. Not going to do that to the poor girl, she'd be mortified. Forget this being an inconvenience; this is awkward.

Hearing stories of days like today, he didn't think getting dressed would be his first challenge, nobody ever mentioned that part. Giran considered if he could get away with not dressing up and throwing on a coat over the pajamas. After a moment of thought, he decided to find something. Once again, he returned to the closet and looked over his choices a second time.

Giran settled on a dress and a thin coat. His gaze fixed on an upper corner of the room as he got dressed, reminding himself not to look down. She'd never know if he took a peek, but he figured she wouldn't want that.

Once dressed, he looked over himself through the mirror. He wondered if she was the type to care if she went out in public with no make-up and unstyled hair. Giran didn't have the foggiest idea of what to do. Besides, he thought she looked pretty like this, if he did anything else, he'd probably make things worse.

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By the time he had made it downtown, it was nearing noon. He wandered the park, searching for his familiar face. Nothing. Giran sat down at a table. Maybe I scared her away already—not that I'd blame her.

Seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes began adding up. During his walk to the park, he knew this was a possibility. After all, why would she want to settle for him when she has her life ahead of her.

Of course, neither of them were obligated to each other because an unseen force predetermined that. Plenty of people give the universe a metaphorical middle finger and end up with other people. He knew this would be another one of those cases.

"It's hard to believe that I even have one after all these years. Well, this explains why we never had the swap on my birthday." Giran folded his arms across his chest. "That would have been even more awkward."

"Sorry, I'm late!" Giran paused. It was so strange hearing his voice like this. He turned around and saw his face looking down at him. "When I left, I didn't realize how far away you lived."

Y/n clasped her hands together. "I had to buy a bullet train ticket. I swear I'll pay you back when the swap is over."

"That's... alright. You don't have to." Again, y/n apologized before sitting down across the table from him.

The two stared at each other. Y/n let out a small laugh that sounded a bit unnatural in his voice. "This is a bit strange, isn't it?"

"It is," Giran replied.

She held out her hand and introduced herself. He reached out and held hers. It just occurred to him how rough his hands are. "You can call me Giran."

Her eyes lit up. She smiled at him. "Nice to meet you."

Y/n folded her arms across the table and cocked her head to the side. "So what do you do for a living?"

"I own my own business. Why?" Soulmate or not, he would never admit that to anyone he just met. He wouldn't want to rush going to jail.

A light, carefree tone coated her voice. "On my way here, I got stopped by some friends of yours. They seem pretty shady."

Giran fought the urge to ask if she was a cop. Nothing at her house suggested she was anything of the sort, but now she was asking too many questions for his comfort.

He changed the subject. "Happy Birthday, by the way."

Y/n thanked him. Giran rubbed the back of his neck. "If you want, we can go grab lunch or something. My schedule suddenly cleared up and I'm sure you'd prefer to celebrate with friends looking a bit cuter than that."

She looked down at the pink suit she picked out. "I thought this one was cute, though. It matches your eyes."

On one hand, Giran wanted to compliment her efforts. However, on the other, he'd be complimenting his own appearance. "You're taking this swap well—much better than I could have imagined."

Y/n flashed him a toothy smile. A light pink blush dusted her face. "It definitely takes some time to get used to."

An awkward silence grew between the two. Y/n fumbled with his wristwatch, her gaze lowered to the table. For once, Giran didn't know what to say. If she had no interest in speaking with him, he didn't want to say anything that might guilt her into staying. This is going to be one of those situations where soulmates don't speak to each other again after the swap.

Finally, she looked over at him, and their eyes met. She leaned forward and rested her head in her hand. Y/n spoke with a soft tone. "So, about that lunch."

Giran grinned back at her. Although he had accepted ages ago that he didn't have a soulmate, he was uncharacteristically relieved Y/n wanted to spend a few more hours with him. "Alright then, let's go."

Giran relied on Y/n to lead him around. He had only been to this city once before to pick up a crate of ammo. His time here was strictly business, he didn't make any stops.

Y/n took him to a little bar tightly sandwiched between two shops. He didn't expect her to take him to such a place. Giran was fine with it. This seemed like the kind of place he would go to after a long day of work.

The two picked a table in the back corner. On instinct, he pulled out a chair for Y/n. She stopped and stared with a brow raised. Suddenly, she beamed at him and lightly chuckled. "Thank you. But, maybe I should have been the one pulling out the chair today."

Giran sat down and skimmed over the menu. Every so often, he glanced over at her. He was sure they could spend the entire day together and he would never get used to seeing his body sitting across from him.

A man approached the table and asked if they would like anything to drink. Y/n ordered a f/d, and he ordered a l/f/d.

He left and returned within minutes. Giran took a sip of his drink. His brows furrowed and he forced it down his throat. It took a moment for the aftertaste to vanish. "Let me guess, you don't like l/f/d?"

Y/n shook her head. Giran nudged the drink off to the side. "Yeah, I can tell."

Y/n pressed her lips in a tight line. She took his drink and swapped it with hers. "Well, since you have my taste buds, this should fix things for both of us. Right?"

"Ah, thanks pumpkin." Giran slid the glass closer to him and cautiously tried the drink. Normally, he wasn't fond of f/d, but it tasted unusually good.

"Pumpkin?" Y/n repeated. Giran clarified that it was merely an innocent nickname and asked her if she didn't want him calling her that. Her face flushed. "No, that's alright. I'm okay with that."

Y/n kept her head low. He noticed her chewing on her straw as she drank her l/f/d. Her head shot up. "That's so weird!"

Y/n's examination was his thoughts exactly. Giran looked her in the eyes. It was strange seeing such an ecstatic look on his face. If she was in her own body, he'd think it was cute.

"Hey, Giran." Hearing her call him attracted his attention like moths to a flame. Y/n's eyes lit up. She leaned forward, and her voice perked up. "We should order for each other."

"Sounds good." Giran chuckled under his breath. "As long as you're not ordering something you know you hate."

Y/n peeked at him from over the menu in her hands. She flashed him a partial smile. "Well, I wasn't going to. But now that you've said it, I might just have to consider it."

After browsing the menu for a few minutes, they both chose something for each other. Giran also added several appetizers for them to share.

The awkwardness from the swap melted away as they got to know each other better. He wasn't shy in the slightest, but he thought talking to Y/n was easy. It almost felt as if they had known each other for years.

Coming from his voice aside, she had a cute laugh. He learned she had an affinity for small, fluffy animals. She also liked taking naps in front of the fireplace. He vaguely spoke about himself, giving her just enough to keep her satisfied with what little information he offered.

Just as he suspected from the little note in her kitchen, y/n seemed like a genuinely sweet person. To Giran, there wasn't enough time to talk. Less than twenty-four hours is far from enough time to get to know someone. Before today, he never thought he'd speak to his soulmate; he still had so much to say.

Something felt odd to Giran. The two were decades apart, but she didn't seem to be put off by it. He guessed she was merely trying to be polite. He motioned towards y/n. "I was a little surprised when I woke up this morning."

Y/n had a fork in her hand. She poked at the steak sitting in front of her. "I bet. Sorry about that."

Giran waved off her words. "Nonsense. You can't control this."

"And..." His next words got caught in his throat. He tilted his head to the side. "I bet you were just as shocked, right?"

"Well, I knew it was going to happen. But sure, it was still a shock." His stomach knotted up. It was because of him, wasn't it? She obviously didn't expect someone like him.

Y/n continued to speak, a grin on her face. "Well, because it's you."

The small smile on Giran's face slowly vanished. He had a feeling that was the case, but it still didn't feel good. "Because of me?"

Y/n paused and glanced over her shoulder, and Giran followed her gaze. The nearest occupied table was a distance away. She leaned forward and spoke in a whisper. "I know who you are. It's a pleasure to actually meet you."

Giran raised a brow. He tried imagining the face he saw in the mirror this morning. "Should I know you?"

She shook her head. She placed a hand on her chest. "I'd be honored, but no. I doubt it."

Giran stayed quiet, confused. Y/n patted the blazer and reached inside an inner pocket. She pulled out one of his many throwaway phones. With a smile, she placed it in his hands. "Unlock this for me, please."

Wanting to see what Y/n was getting at, he didn't she said and unlocked his phone for her. He watched her swipe at his screen. Giran kept his fingers interlocked and folded on the table. Watching somebody going through his phone added an incredible amount of stress on him. It may have been a mere throwaway, but it still had personal conversations with his clients.

Y/n stopped. She placed the phone onto the table and slid it his way. He picked it up. Giran glanced at her and then down to the screen.

String of robberies along the Kansai region leaves police stumped.

Giran set down the phone and slid it back to her. She returned it to the blazer's pocket. He couldn't believe what y/n was suggesting. It's always the cute ones.

However, he was truly intrigued now. He gave her a lopsided smile, raising a brow. "Don't tell me. You? Really, now?"

Y/n sat up straight and folded her hands on her lap. She cocked her head to the side with a look of pure joy on her face. Once again, another rather adorable display, except she was in his body.

"Really!" she chirped.

"I've heard about these robberies through the grapevine," Giran began; "color me impressed, pumpkin."

Whenever y/n talked, Giran found himself sitting quietly, clinging onto every word she said. He noticed she did the same as he spoke.

Now that he was aware she was also a villain, it felt as if they had an infinite conversation topics. They especially enjoyed sharing the latest villain gossip.

Y/n seemed to be interested in his side of villain work. She leaned forward, her eyes fixated to him as he talked about some of his more well known clients—the ones who would say they buy from Giran themselves.

Giran paused his stories. "You know, pumpkin, I gotta admit I'm relieved."

"Why?" Y/n asked. She sat up straight and adjusted his glasses.

"I was a nervous wreck when I woke up swapped. I was worried that whoever had my body would run into trouble with heroes or the police. I'm glad it ended up being someone capable." He noticed Y/n stiffened up. Her face went a deep red.

Y/n swallowed hard. Her eyes darted up to him and back down to the table. "I would have thought the same thing, but I know you can take care of yourself."

He grinned at her. "I'm flattered you think so. Thank you."

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It was so freeing to talk to her without needing to hide anything from her. He had no idea how long the two had been sitting at the table, but the untouched portion of the meal y/n picked out for him had gone cold.

"Well, it's about time we head out," Giran said. The two stood up from their seats. He swiped up the check and took a look. "I'll pay for this."

Giran reached for where he'd normally keep his wallet on him and paused. "Ah, right. Did you bring my wallet with you?"

She reached into the blazer and handed him the wallet. A small frown formed. "And I promise I'll pay you back for the train ticket."

"It's alright. C'mon, let's head out." He placed a hand on her back and led her to the front. Y/n stood by his side and watched him pay.

The sky glowed an orange hue. Store signs and car lights began to flicker on. The once populated sidewalks had noticeably less traffic. Giran tapped her shoulder. Their eyes met. "I'll walk you home—back to my house, I guess."

Their time swapped was coming to a swift end. It was a bittersweet moment for him. He was looking forward to being back into his body. In fact, he was thankful he'd never have to do it again. Giran also enjoyed his time with his soulmate. The few hours they had left together felt far too soon.

Of course, in public, their conversion swapped to something more inconspicuous. Once again, they spoke about more typical date-type subjects. Giran found himself just as invested in these topics as the villain talk.

The train ride was quiet between them. They sat side-by-side. Y/n laid her head against his. Just before briefly dozing off, she mumbled a small joke about her hair being soft. Giran sat still, allowing her to rest for a moment.

The feeling of his heart wrenching grew the closer they made it to his house. Before long, the two of them would go to bed and wake up back in their respective bodies. After that, they'd probably never talk to each other again.

He wanted to see her again, but he couldn't imagine why she'd want to. She was pretty and intelligent. Anyone would be fortunate to have her. He reminded himself to feel lucky to share their unique connection. Even if she was not interested in him, he'd still be her soulmate and nothing she could do would change that.

Giran and Y/n stopped in front of his door. She rubbed the back of her neck and smiled at him. "I would ask if you want to come inside, but this is your house."

He chuckled under his breath. After a brief pause, he wished he a good night. As he turned around, he felt fingers coil around his wrist. He looked over his shoulder, a pair of orchid-colored eyes stared back at him.

Her grip on his wrist tightened as she spoke. "Would you like to meet up again?"

His chest felt as if it was moments away from bursting. A haze of disbelief hung over him. Giran found himself breathless. He choked out a short and simple response. "Sure."

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