"W-Who the hell?"
The man cut her off as he replied to her confusion in an instant, he knew that she might be shocked to find her current situation. Waking up with someone else in the same bed would cause anyone a fright. Unless you were a playboy.
"Before you scream panicking, this is my home."
He continued, questioning her this time, "So, who the fuck are you, woman?"
Rude. She thought as she gritted her teeth angrily. Her eyes twitched before going wide open at the sight of his eyes and hair being similar to hers.
What's going on? Why is there someone else with my silly hair? His eyes are copying me too! She wondered in her mind before being pulled back by his words.
"Look, I don't know who you are nor do you know me but... I'm sure that this is my house I rented a year ago--"
"A year ago, huh?", she finished his words immediately but her face slightly changed by the sight of his surprised expression.
The man groaned as he slapped his own cheek, "Great, this isn't a damn dream... who the hell are--"
She asked him at the same time, "Who the hell are you?"
The two of them clicked their tongues in frustration, they had done it again for the second time. The man sighed as she did the same, ignoring each other's similar actions as the two of them opened their mouth.
"Rirota Xalysia."
"Rirota Xalysia."
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
He was surprised by their exact names being the same. He then glanced away from her face after feeling like he was staring at her a little too much. She was still topless during their exchanges.
He shouted as he got up to leave the bedroom, "Go get changed, we'll talk downstairs."
He then disappear from the room after walking himself out with his phone in his hand.
She looked down at her body and realised that she was indeed topless. A flush appeared on her face as she grumbled with herself, "Damn it, I was going to say that."
She glimpsed toward the door he left, "...He was not lying at all, he's Rirota and I'm Rirota.", she scratched her head, confused on what was going on with their bodies.
"Did he transfer to my world or did I transfer to his world?", she made a guess of her current situation. She had been reading several books about transmigration lately before going to bed.
"Maybe he's thinking the same thing as I did? Since... we're the same person.", she wondered if he was the same as her in terms of reading books.
She needed to know more between them, are they an exact copy of one another with same interest and everything? Or are they a complete opposite of one another? She shook her head after being reminded of his harsh use of words earlier that waking morning.
"He's the fucking same as me, oh great. How do I explain this to my friends?", she muttered with the same tone as his. It was a perfect replication despite her feminine voice came out rather than his masculine voice.
Her eyes shrunk at the thought of her friend coming over to her house today. Not only that she also thought about school tomorrow!
"I need to tell him!"
She rushed toward the open closet and was pleasantly surprised by her clothes being there.
"So, he's in my world? But...", her eyes wandered to a second open closet that was never there before in her room.
"No... Merged worlds?", she shook her head as she quickly get changed to go downstairs toward the living room.
The male Rirota heard the rushed footsteps climbing down the stairs and sighed as he poked his head from the kitchen, "Take a seat in the living room, I'm making breakfast for two of us."
She stopped to stare at him before shouting her words in a panic, "You, h-how should I explain you to my friend coming over today!?"
He glared at the female Rirota with a frowned face, "Your friend... today? What time?"
"I don't know!"
"Tch!", he clicked his tongue. He too needed to tell her a similar situation, "My friend's coming over as well. I'm fucked since my phone's battery died when I tried to ask him."
"Come, help me cook while I get this thing charged up for a minute!"
She nodded, "I should do the same then.", she grabbed her phone but it was not there. She had left it in the bedroom upstairs.
"Fuck, could you grab my phone up there as well?"
He nodded firmly, "Okay, is it charged?"
"It should have 45% left on the phone!", she grabbed the spatula in his hand and rushed toward the loud sizzling sound from the pan.
He left upstairs with his phone. Their panicked morning had only just begun...