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Tobio doesn't get any kind of warning. One moment, he's in the middle of a practice match against Fukurodani, the next, he's suddenly feeling very sick. Tobio wraps his arms around his stomach and closes his eyes.
As suddenly as the feeling appeared, it disappears again. Tobio takes a deep breath and opens his eyes. He recognized the symptoms, of course, the sudden feeling of having to throw up, that you can read about in every book about soulmates, but it's still a shock to find himself at an entirely different place. In someone's bedroom, to be exact.
He just switched bodies with his soulmate.
Tobio groans. Why did that have to happen today? Now he will miss out on the rest of the training camp.
Switching bodies with your soulmate happens to everyone once per lifetime, usually between the age of sixteen and eighteen. Since Tobio is still fifteen, his soulmate is probably at least eighteen. Well, it's not like Tobio cares about how old his soulmate is. He isn't very interested in soulmates in general. The way he sees it, he either likes his soulmate, or he doesn't. And if he doesn't, there is no reason to spend any amount of time with them.
Tobio shakes his head and looks around.
He's surprised that the room is crammed full with volleyball stuff. Tobio can see two balls, magazines, books, and even posters. Immediately, Tobio's mood takes a turn for the better. Yeah, it still sucks that he was forcefully dragged away from playing volleyball, but if this is his soulmate's bedroom, they probably play volleyball as well. It's good to know that his soulmate shares that passion with him.
After taking a look at his surroundings, Tobio focuses his attention on the body he's in. He doesn't want to touch his soulmate's body with hands that aren't even his - that would be pretty creepy, after all - but there are still some things Tobio can pick up on even with just looking down on himself and focusing on how he feels.
The first thing he notices is that his soulmate is a guy, which is a relief. He never was very interested in girls. Sure, Yachi and Shimizu are nice, but Tobio still wouldn't want either of them to be his soulmate.
So my soulmate is a guy. So far, so good. Tobio moves his arms and legs experimentally and is pleased to notice that his soulmate seems to be pretty muscular. Good. That probably means that he takes volleyball seriously.
Tobio looks at his soulmate's hands and instantly recognizes that his soulmate takes good care of his fingers. The fingernails are kept neat and short, and even though his hands are callused, indicating that he uses them often, his fingers look perfectly healthy.
"Why are you staring at your hands like that?"
Tobio flinches and looks up. He didn't even hear that someone opened the door and stepped into the room. He's pretty sure that the person didn't knock. But that isn't what surprises him the most. His eyes widen, and his mouth drops open.
"I-Iwaizumi-san?"
Iwaizumi flinches. "What the hell? What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
"I...no, I don't feel sick," Tobio mutters while his eyes dart around, taking in his surroundings once again, looking for a clue who's bedroom this is. But he doesn't find anything that could give him a hint. Now that he thinks about it, he might just as well be in Iwaizumi's room, and then his surroundings won't tell him anything at all. It looks like he'll have to ask Iwaizumi who his soulmate is.
He looks back at Iwaizumi, who folds his arms. "What's going on? You're acting weird."
Tobio takes a deep breath. "I just switched bodies with my soulmate. Can you tell me who's body this is?"