I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

I'm Only One World Away From the Snow (Author: Luo AKI)

Summary:

On an ordinary summer day, I swapped bodies with someone.

I am Kiyotaka Tachibana, female. My ambition is to become a professional oboe player. My immediate goal is to win a gold medal in the National Competition.

From that day on, the chaotic exchange began. She was ambushed in the middle of the night, cornered in the bathroom while showering, and forced to do *that* even though she had no such desires…

Kiyoyori Tachibana/Yukino Yukinoshita: Who are you?! Give me back my daily life!

If our meeting was merely due to someone's whimsical wish, then I will strive to turn that wish into reality. Even if the distance between us cannot be measured in light-years, I will cross the entire world to find you.

You wait here while I go and bring the Minzheng oranges.

Chapter 01 I almost became a fallen girl after waking up one morning.

In her sleep, something suddenly slipped in from outside the covers, wriggling towards the sleeping girl with a hint of heat. A hand gently tugged at her pajamas, and then a warm body pressed against her from behind. The slightly elevated body temperature made the girl uncomfortable, and she moved in another direction, her consciousness hazy. But the person behind her followed her forward like a wounded animal seeking warmth. Unable to escape the annoying heat, the girl impatiently waved her hand, pulled at the covers, and frowned, as if trying to shake the other person off by rolling up the thin blanket.

"Um……"

The person behind her still wouldn't let her go, relentlessly pressing closer, his warm breath falling on the girl's neck, carrying a strong smell of alcohol. He went even further, bringing his furry head closer, his full and soft lips pressed against the girl's neck, burning hot like a branding iron.

The girl frowned, annoyed, and opened her blurry eyes. All she could see was darkness around her and a faint sliver of light peeking through the gap in the curtains.

The brain is like a computer that is still in startup mode, not yet fully able to react.

"Hmm, Yukino..."

A sweet, slightly intoxicated murmur came from behind the girl, whose hand, clutching the hem of her clothes, suddenly tightened, as if she were the last piece of wood floating on the sea.

The pulled-down collar of her pajama top tightened around her neck, and the pain and slight feeling of suffocation drove away the girl's remaining sleepiness.

Who?! Why is there someone behind me?!

Suddenly his mind cleared, and he realized that there was an unknown creature on his bed. He abruptly shook off the other person's hand that was pulling at his pajamas, sprang to his feet, and delivered a heavy punch to the abdomen of the person behind him.

Kiyori Tachibana, an ambitious young woman aspiring to become a professional oboe player, was abruptly interrupted in her own home, in her own bedroom!

A muffled groan came from the darkness, and Kiyora could clearly feel the other person curling up in pain.

"Ouch, that hurts..."

Kiyoshi immediately sat up, covered her body with her hands and moved back a little, staring wide-eyed, trying to see who the person who had assaulted her was in the darkness. As she moved toward the edge of the bed, she reached for the spot where she usually kept her phone, but strangely, she couldn't find anything.

"It hurts... I need Yukino's kiss to feel better..."

Xiao Yukino?

The voice was clearly that of a woman, and when she started to act coquettishly, Kiyoshi couldn't resist at all.

Wait a minute, that voice sounds familiar...

The woman mumbled embarrassing words like "kiss" as she moved closer to Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi only recognized her when the soft moonlight shone on her face.

Yukinoshita Harano! !

Kiyoshi certainly knew her. She was a famous socialite in Chiba's high society. Kiyoshi had seen her at a banquet hosted by his family in Tokyo. She shone like the center of attention at the banquet. Everyone who interacted with her was attracted by her beauty and cheerfulness. She seemed to have endless charm, capable of making even the most beautiful woman fall for her.

Kiyoshi, who was at a low point in his life at the time, was also attracted to her. However, the deeper they got to know each other, the more she discovered the cold soul beneath the perfect exterior of the other person. She never gave her heart because she did not believe that such a thing existed. So she once stole Kiyoshi's heart and trampled it underfoot in front of her.

Just seeing this woman reminds her of her foolish youth and dark past, making her want to commit seppuku on the spot. And now, this woman who toyed with her feelings is lying in her bed asking for a kiss?!

Qinglai wanted nothing more than to go up and kick her.

But Yono looked so pitiful at that moment; Kiyoyori had never seen her like this before.

This is a great opportunity to expose the other person's embarrassing past!

Kiyorai heard the demon within him whispering in his ear. But the crucial phone was nowhere to be found…

Although he didn't know why Haruno, who lived in Chiba, had suddenly come to the Tachibana residence in Uji, Kiyoyori, in keeping with his upbringing of not losing his manners even if he disliked her, decided to get a towel to help her clean up before kicking her out.

After all, the smell of alcohol on the other person could almost fill the entire room.

Ignoring the fact that Yono seemed to be hugging and rubbing her pillow as if it were something else, Kiyoyori got off the bed barefoot and found the door in the dark.

Something doesn't feel right.

As Kiyoshi gripped the doorknob, he instinctively felt that the layout of his room seemed different from what he remembered.

Perhaps he was still half asleep.

Thinking this, Kiyoshi pulled open the door. The outside was brightly lit. Kiyoshi squinted and shielded his eyes with his hand because he was not used to the brightness. After getting used to the brightness, he removed his hand and immediately froze on the spot.

Where is this...?

Facing the door was a floor-to-ceiling window, with sheer curtains covering the view outside and hanging to the floor, indicating it was still evening. But this room was not the one Kiyora was familiar with.

She stepped barefoot into the living room, which was simply and elegantly designed with no unnecessary decorations. There were simple green plants, a flat-screen TV, a few sofas, and a small coffee table. On the coffee table were several neatly folded pieces of paper, while a shawl and an expensive leather bag were casually tossed on the sofa. Not far away was an open kitchen. There was no dining table in the living room, suggesting that she lived alone.

Kiyoshi stood in the living room for a while, unable to accept it, until the cool night breeze blew in through the cracks in the not-quite-closed window, and she shivered and touched her bare arms.

The texture under my hands was very different; the skin was delicate and smooth, and the limbs were supple, quite different from my own body, which I had worked out for many years.

To prepare for playing the instrument, Kiyoyori has had a habit of exercising since childhood. Because playing the instrument requires holding it for a long time, and without a certain level of physical strength, one may not be able to keep up with the training, she never slacks off in training her upper body strength.

Upon closer inspection, the pajamas printed with a fierce-looking panda weren't her style at all. More importantly, the curves of her figure, inherited from her mother's good genes, were almost completely hidden under the thin pajamas.

Is she still dreaming?

Kiyoshi walked back to his room, trying to deceive himself, and lay down again.

But the woman is still in the same spot!

This is not a dream!

Kiyoshi pinched his cheek hard; the pain felt all too real.

She stumbled into the restroom, and as soon as she turned on the light, she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her face was almost 80% similar to Yukino Yukinoshita's, and her icy blue eyes were filled with confusion. Her once smooth, long black hair was now a little frizzy. Kiyotori gently brushed her hand across this face that didn't belong to her. Based on Yukino's behavior, she could almost immediately guess the identity of the person in the mirror.

Yukino Yukinoshita, the second young lady of the Yukinoshita family who is said to have been studying abroad.

Kiyoyori's relationship with the Yukinoshita family was not deep. To be precise, she only had contact with Haruno. She only knew that the Yukinoshita family wanted to befriend the Spencer family, but she did not participate in it. Although there was one matter that was closely related to her, it was fortunately left unresolved due to the deterioration of her relationship with Haruno.

Kiyoshi walked back to the living room and sat blankly on the sofa, pondering what to do next.

She seemed to have few other options. First, she didn't know why this was happening, and second, she didn't know how to get back into her own body. She also couldn't easily tell anyone about this, not even her own sister, who was now in the room drunk and in a daze.

Kiyoyori was left with only one option: to continue living as Yukino Yukinoshita for the time being.

So the first thing to do is to gather information.

Kiyoyori searched almost the entire apartment before he could roughly sketch out a description of Yukino Yukinoshita.

First of all, she's a cat lover. Of the various videotapes and DVDs around the TV, about two-thirds are related to felines, including that panda with a "I'm the best" look on its face. She's also a skilled cook; her refrigerator is full of ingredients, and the tableware by the sink shows signs of frequent use. She's also meticulous to the point of being almost ruthless; the books on her bookshelf are arranged by category and alphabetical order, and even the skincare products in the bathroom are neatly arranged. She's a student at Chiba Soubu High School, and her GPA is frighteningly high, but Kiyotaka doesn't quite understand why she carries a pair of indoor shoes that she only wears at school in her backpack.

In conclusion, aside from discovering some of her private habits, Kiyoyori found almost no useful clues. He knew nothing about her personality or how she treated others.

This is the prelude to being instantly exposed.

Kiyoshi lay down on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

There were no family members here, no beloved oboe, no specific return date. In the stillness of the night, a silent despair swept over her heart. She hugged the panda cushion on the sofa and gradually fell asleep.

……………………………………………………………

When Kiyotomi woke up again, she was covered with a thin blanket, and the aroma of food wafted from the direction of the kitchen.

She sat up and saw the figure wearing an apron busily working in the kitchen from above the sofa. The person turned around and flashed a bright smile in Kiyotaka's direction.

"Oh my, Yukino, you're awake?"

Kiyoshi frowned but did not answer.

"Are you angry? I'll cook you something to make you feel better~".

Yang Nai shook the spatula in her hand, and the toaster on the bar beeped.

"No."

Kiyoshi stood up and walked calmly toward the room.

"Hmm?" Yang suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked in Kiyori's direction, asking a question with an ambiguous meaning, which made Kiyori's nerves tense to the extreme.

Did I say something wrong?

"As indifferent as ever~ I'm so sad, sister~!"

Kiyoshi secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the other person speaking in a high-pitched voice.

Only when Kiyoshi entered the room and closed the door did she relax and lean against the door. Being with this woman meant she couldn't relax for even a second.

The bed had been tidied up by Yang Nai, and the room had been ventilated. The pungent smell of alcohol was no longer present. The desk and bookshelves showed no signs of being disturbed, or perhaps they had been completely restored.

So that woman can get drunk? Everyone knows Yukino Yukinoshita's reputation for being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Kiyori only found out last night that the generous and proper Yukinoshita in public actually turns into a sister-complex girl who wants to ambush her younger sister when she's drunk.

Kiyoshi took down the school uniform hanging on the wall and put it on. Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, he felt uncomfortable in every way.

Meal time with Yang Nai was agonizing. Her gaze was too direct and frank, which made Lai feel uncomfortable, as if she had been forced to be exposed under an X-ray. It wasn't her body that was being seen through, but her heart.

Yukinoshita Haruno is such a monster.

"Is it tasty?"

Yang interlaced his fingers, rested his chin on the back of his hand, and watched Qinglai eat mechanically with a smiling expression.

In truth, Kiyoshi is now utterly bored. She maintains a calm and collected exterior, but cannot conceal the turbulent emotions churning within her heart.

"It's alright."

Choosing neutral words without any contrasting or contradictory elements is the safest option. Kiyoshi adheres to the principle of "less is more," and will never speak if he can gloss over something with a simple gesture.

Fortunately, the Yukinoshita sisters are not close, and Kiyori's actions have not yet aroused Haruno's suspicion.

"I'll take you to school later."

Qinglai nodded. She really didn't know where Zongwu High School was. What was even more troublesome was that she knew nothing about the school she was about to face and all the interpersonal relationships involved.

"It's troublesome."

"It's no trouble at all~".

Yukinoshita feels a long-lost joy at being taken in by her younger sister, while Kiyori Tachibana suffers greatly in an unknown and challenging environment.