A week passed without any change, and both Mitsuko and Yakuya convinced themselves that what had happened was nothing but a passing dream. But, as if fate had something else planned, the event happened suddenly and without warning.
It was ten o'clock in the evening.
Yakuya, who was at the grocery store below his apartment complex, was holding his rickety umbrella in one hand and balancing his shopping bags with the other. Rain pours down heavily, and lightning illuminates the sky for a few moments before thunder rumbles, shaking the place. However, Yakuya paid little attention to the atmosphere; His focus was on getting to his dry apartment as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, miles away, Mitsuko was standing in her kitchen, preparing a snack while planning a warm evening with her grandmother and younger sister. The atmosphere in her house was calm and warm, a complete contrast to the storm outside. She stood for a moment in front of the small window in the kitchen, watching the raindrops that were dancing on the glass. "It looks like it's going to be really bad tonight," she whispered to herself as she went back to preparing what she had on hand.
But the silence was not to last long.
We return to Yakuya, who is running with stumbling steps every now and then, avoiding the puddles of water that flood the sidewalks. Suddenly, he felt something strange.
Everything around him seemed to slow down, and the lightning that had been illuminating the place for a moment became like an intermittent pulse.
"What is this?" He whispered to himself as he closed his eyes for a short moment, thinking it was just exhaustion.
But when he opened them, he did not find himself on the wet sidewalk as he had been a moment ago.
Instead, he was standing in the middle of a strange kitchen, the lights dim, and the scent that filled the place was warm and vaguely familiar. In his hand was a plate of crackers, but the place around him was a little familiar.
"Where am I?" He asked in amazement as he looked around, while the rain and thunder echoed faintly from the nearby window.
Yakuya is in the kitchen
Yakuya opened his eyes to find himself inside a narrow kitchen, but he soon realized that the rain had disappeared. Instead, he was standing in a completely strange place. The tiles are different, and there is a light floral fragrance filling the air.
Yakuya (in amazement): "What is this place? Where are the groceries?"
He looked around, and there was nothing familiar. He reached out to wipe his face, but suddenly froze when he noticed...
Yakuya: "What is this? My body... it happened again?!"
He looked at his thin hands. He did not see himself, but a girl with long hair, wearing a nightgown.
Yakuya (in shock): "This...her body again! What the hell is going on?"
Mitsuko in front of the store
Meanwhile, Mitsuko was coming out of a state of confusion. She suddenly found herself outside her warm home, in the middle of the street in front of a small store. It's raining hard, and she's carrying a bag of groceries.
Mitsuko (confused): "What is this place? Where is the house?"
She looked around and saw no sign that she was home. Then she looked at herself, and was surprised that she was wearing heavy winter clothes and carrying a bag of groceries. Her hand is rough and her voice is different.
Mitsuko: "What's that sound? Is that my voice?!"
She approached the shop window and looked at her reflection. It was a strange face, the face of a young man she didn't know.
Mitsuko (in horror): "This is not my body! I... I became a man?!"
Yakuya at Mitsuko's house
Yakuya regained consciousness, his breath shaky, his pulse echoing in his ears.
For a moment, he just stood there — frozen — feeling the unfamiliar weight of the body he was in. The soft touch of the nightgown fabric against his skin was enough to remind him:
this wasn't his body.
not again.
He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling between disbelief and fear.
Yakuya: "No… this can't be happening again. It's impossible… and yet— it did."
He rubbed his temples, trying to steady his thoughts. Everything around him — the scent of warm tea, the hum of the heater, the quiet murmur of television — felt too real to be a dream.
Slowly, he stepped out of the kitchen.
In the living room, Grandma and Neriko were sitting together. The soft light of the lamp made their shadows flicker across the tatami floor.
Grandma (worried): "Mitsuko, are you done in the kitchen? It's too cold tonight. Don't stay there too long, dear."
Yakuya (forcing calm): "Ah— yeah, just finished."
He smiled awkwardly, bowing his head slightly, trying to mimic Mitsuko's tone.
But as he scanned the room — the photos on the wall, the small porcelain cat on the shelf — everything felt like pieces of a memory that didn't belong to him.
He was inside her world again… trapped in someone else's life.
Mitsuko in Yakuya's Apartment
At that same time, Mitsuko was running through the rain, her heart pounding as she reached the building she'd seen ahead.
Something inside her whispered that it was connected — that she knew this place.
Her hand, trembling, reached into her pocket… and she found a small key.
She didn't think — she just acted.
Moments later, she was climbing the narrow stairway, her shoes leaving wet prints on the concrete steps.
When she reached the door and turned the key, the lock clicked with a sound that felt strangely familiar.
The door opened.
Inside was a modest apartment — small, quiet, dimly lit by the streetlight filtering through the blinds.
She stepped in slowly, placing the grocery bag on the small wooden table.
Mitsuko (murmuring): "This place… looks like an apartment… right?"
Her eyes wandered.
A jacket hung on the wall. A few open notebooks lay scattered on the desk.
She approached them, running her fingers across one — and froze when she read the name written neatly on the cover.
Mitsuko: "Yakuya…? That's his name? Wait… could it be— the same person from last time?
Her heartbeat grew faster. The realization was settling in.
This wasn't a dream.
It was happening again.
Understanding the Swap
As time passed, both Yakuya and Mitsuko began piecing things together.
The strange familiarity, the exchanged surroundings, the sense of déjà vu it all aligned too perfectly.
There was no denying it anymore.
Yakuya (in Mitsuko's room): "I'm in that girl's body again… but why? Why me?"
Mitsuko (in Yakuya's apartment): "So this is him… the one whose life I stepped into before. What am I supposed to do now?"
But unlike the first time, there was something different.
They weren't panicking as much they were trying to understand.
Maybe this time, if the exchange lasted… they could find a way to communicate.
Just then, a small voice broke her thoughts.
A little girl rushed toward her, barefoot, her hair bouncing as she ran. Her wide eyes sparkled with both joy and concern.
Lumiya (pouting): "Brother! You're late!"
Mitsuko froze. That voice — she remembered it.
The last time she was in this body, she had seen this little girl too.
"He doesn't live alone," she thought. "He lives with his little sister… and his father."
Trying to sound composed, she forced a soft smile.
Mitsuko: "I'm sorry, little sister."
Lumiya stopped and blinked, tilting her head with confusion.
Lumiya: "Sister? What's wrong with you? Did you hit your head or something?"
A wave of panic rose inside Mitsuko. Sister? Did I say that out loud?
Her mind went blank for a moment — she couldn't even recall the name she should use.
She took a deep breath and answered coolly, hiding her confusion behind a mask.
Mitsuko (pretending to be cold): "Why do you ask?"
The little girl crossed her arms with mock defiance.
Lumiya: "Because you always call me Lumi or Lu! You've never called me sister before!"
Mitsuko hesitated, then forced a faint smile, trying to recover her tone.
Mitsuko (softly): "Alright then… Lumi. Happy now?"
Lumiya's face brightened immediately, pride flickering in her eyes.
Lumiya: "That's better!"
To avoid further questions, Mitsuko quickly shifted the topic.
Mitsuko (seriously): "Shouldn't you be sleeping now? You've got school tomorrow."
Lumiya blinked, then burst out laughing, her tone playful.
Lumiya: "Brother, are you okay? Tomorrow's a holiday because of the storm! And weren't you supposed to go grocery shopping? I was waiting so we could have a movie night with Mom and Dad!"
Mitsuko's mind spun. So they were supposed to spend the night together...
She gave a faint, awkward smile.
"What a lively child," she thought quietly.
Mitsuko: "Ah, yes… I remember now."
Lumiya squinted suspiciously.
Lumiya: "You really do forget things a lot, you know."
Mitsuko sighed inwardly.
Oh my God… this is harder than I thought. How am I supposed to pretend to be him without getting caught?
>Lumiya: "Anyway, I'll go get things ready for our movie night!"
Mitsuko: "Right. I'll… help in a minute."
As the little girl skipped away, Mitsuko finally exhaled.
Her pulse was racing, and the weight of the situation sank in.
She was standing in Yakuya's room, surrounded by traces of his life — his books, his world, his scent.
And for the first time, she whispered to herself:
"If this keeps happening… maybe we're meant to find out why."
Of course — here's a beautifully rewritten, cinematic and emotionally rich version of your scene in English.
I kept the tone mysterious, tender, and immersive — like Erased or Your Name, where the emotion lies in subtle tension and quiet moments of realization:
Quickly, Mitsuko closed the door behind her, her heartbeat echoing faintly in the quiet room.
The dim light washed over the walls she now recognized — the room she had stood in before.
Mitsuko (softly): "So… it's really happening again."
Her eyes swept across the shelves, the desk, the unmade bed — fragments of another person's life.
Mitsuko: "If I'm going to survive this… I need to know who this person really is."
She began searching cautiously, careful not to disturb too much.
A small notebook lay open on the desk, its pages worn and faintly creased.
Mitsuko hesitated, then slowly flipped it open.
Mitsuko (reading softly): "Yakuya… so that's your name."
She turned another page — notes, sketches, a list of grocery items.
Her eyes softened.
Mitsuko (to herself): "He lives with his father and sister… looks like a quiet life. I can't mess this up. I have to be careful — for both of us."
Yakuya in Mitsuko's World
Meanwhile, across the distance, Yakuya sat stiffly on a cushion in Mitsuko's living room.
The warm glow of the paper lamp bathed the tatami floor in gold.
He tried to look calm, though his heart was pounding hard enough to shake his ribs.
Grandma: "Mitsuko, dear, you seem distracted. Did something happen in the kitchen?"
Yakuya (forcing a smile): "Ah— no, nothing. I guess I'm just a little tired."
Neriko (pouting): "Tired? But you said you were excited to stay up with us!Right, where is the food you said you would make? "
Yakuya (tense):"I couldn't prepare it, it was a miserable failure."
Yakuya's thoughts spun in chaos.
"Stay up late? So she was planning something… I have to act like I know what it is."
He took a deep breath and smiled with practiced ease.
Yakuya: "Right, of course I'm excited. Let's start the evening."
Grandma smiled warmly, and Neriko clapped her hands, delighted.
But inside, Yakuya's nerves were stretched thin, every movement careful — every word a guess.
That night, both Mitsuko and Yakuya reached the same conclusion.
This strange exchange — their swapped lives — wasn't random.
There was something connecting them.
Mitsuko (thinking): "If this keeps happening, we need to find a way to communicate… somehow."
Yakuya (thinking): "Again… why me? Why her? There has to be a reason behind this."
The rain outside deepened, tapping softly against two windows — one in each of their worlds.
And neither of them knew that this was only the beginning.
Later that night, Mitsuko sat on the edge of Yakuya's bed, staring at the ceiling.
Her thoughts swirled in restless circles, searching for logic in the impossible.
Mitsuko (in her mind): "What should I do? If I sleep, they might notice something's off…
But if I stay awake with them, what if I act wrong? What if I say something I shouldn't?"
Her breath trembled. The silence around her felt too heavy — until a gentle knock came at the door.
Lumiya (softly): "Brother, everything's ready. Come on."
Mitsuko's head turned toward the voice.
In the doorway stood a little girl — bright eyes, soft smile — the very image of innocence.
For a second, Mitsuko's confusion melted into warmth.
Then reality struck again. She wasn't supposed to know her.
She rose carefully, her legs shaky, and followed Lumiya out.
Each step toward the living room felt heavier, as if she were walking deeper into a role she didn't understan
When she arrived, a middle-aged man — Yakuya's father — sat comfortably on the main sofa.
His gaze met hers, calm but curious.
The air was homely, the smell of tea faint in the room.
To Mitsuko, however, it felt like stepping into a minefield.
Father: "Son, I was waiting for you. Why did you stay in your room?"
Mitsuko froze for half a heartbeat, then forced a nervous smile.
Mitsuko: "Ah… I just forgot something upstairs. That's all."
Lumiya giggled quietly from the corner of the couch, leaving a space right beside her father.
Father (warmly): "Come sit with us, son."
For a moment, Mitsuko hesitated.
Her fingers tightened slightly — the air between them humming with tension.
She took a slow breath, steadying the storm inside her chest, and walked forward with a small, trembling smile.
This isn't my life… but tonight, I'll live it as if it were my life.