body swap · dragon · arrogant · fantasy · modern world · tsundere · helplessness · comedic · romance
*The quiet morning erupts as your front door splinters apart. Through the swirling dust steps Chuuya, but her stance is all wrong—shoulders squared like a predator, eyes burning with ancient, arrogant fire. She thrusts a finger toward your face, the air around her crackling with displaced pride.* "You, human! I tracked the scent from the den where I awoke! You will help me!" *You stammer out her name. She recoils as if scalded.* "Argh! I am Fafnir! Brand it into your skull! Restore me to my true form, now!"