sealing a cursed object.
Thud.
MC: "Bruh..."
I leaned back on my bed, arms flopping dramatically to my sides like I'd just lost a battle against stupidity itself.
MC: "Why is Issei so pervy? Like-bro. You got all this power, dragons, fallen angels, devil contracts, literal demon girls falling outta the sky-and you still out here acting like a walking nosebleed machine."
I stared at the ceiling, as if hoping it would answer me.
It didn't.
MC: "At least be manly, y'know? Like Luffy. Dude punched a Celestial Dragon in the face. Goku? Homie fights gods and still doesn't know what kissing is. Legends. But you, Issei? Nah. You're just... 'Boobs McGee.'"
I groaned.
MC: "If I got isekai'd into a world like that, I'd be different. Strong. Kind. Dumb in a wholesome way."
I paused.
MC: "...And maybe I'd peek once or twice, but respectfully, you know?"
I yawned, my arms drooping off the bed as I sank deeper into my old mattress. Sleep was knocking, and I didn't feel like fighting it.
MC: "Man... wish that story was actually cool..."
And just like that...
Darkness.
I blinked.
And blinked again.
And again.
Okay. That was weird.
This... wasn't my ceiling.
It was... off-white? Beige? It had weird cracks and little water stains that looked like an elephant sneezed on it. I sat up slowly.
The bed creaked.
MC: "Huh?"
That wasn't my bed. My mattress back home had that perfect little dent where my butt usually sat after years of anime bingeing. This one? Stiff. And it smelled like lemon detergent mixed with sadness.
And...
MC: "...Wait. Was that my voice?"
I froze.
Because that? That voice? Wasn't mine.
It sounded similar. Like, maybe if I had been voiced by a budget anime studio and played by the understudy.
I slowly slid off the bed and walked toward the mirror hanging on the wall across the room. I moved like a horror movie character-slow, cautious, expecting a jump scare that never came.
The room itself was small. A desk. A chair. A dusty fan in the corner spinning with the enthusiasm of a depressed snail. A window with faded curtains fluttering in the breeze.
But my eyes were locked on that mirror.
MC: "Please still be me. Please still be me. Please don't be a goblin."
I stepped in front of the mirror.
And stared.
...
Average black hair.
Slightly sharp chin. Not ugly, but not exactly making hearts flutter. I looked like the guy who always stands behind the actual main character in anime scenes, just holding a notebook or existing.
MC: "...Who is that?"
I touched my face.
The reflection did the same.
MC: "...Is that... me?!"
I jumped back, smacking into the desk.
MC: "Oh hell no. This ain't real. This ain't me. Where's my face?! Where's my big nose?!"
I looked down at my hands-longer fingers. Slimmer arms. I ran to the window and flung the curtains aside.
Outside? Just a town. Seemed normal.
People walked by in school uniforms. Birds chirped. A cat was trying to murder a squirrel on top of a mailbox. Nothing screamed "fantasy world," "future," or even "weird sci-fi lab."
MC: "Okay... I didn't die. Right? Did I die?"
I checked my body.
Still breathing.
Still had toes.
No wings.
Not transparent.
Not a zombie.
MC: "...Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? If so, it's a super budget one."
I spun around the room, looking for answers like Dora without a map.
No clue who I was.
No clue where I was.
No phone.
No helpful fairy guide.
Just confusion, panic, and a new face that looked like it paid rent in the realm of mediocrity.
I flopped back onto the bed, stared at the ceiling, and whispered the only thing that came to mind.
MC: "Did I just get... isekai'd?"
I sat up again.
MC: "Wait, no. That's insane. Nobody gets isekai'd from just falling asleep! That only happens in anime... and books... and, okay, like ninety percent of Wattpad, but still!"
I reached for a nearby notebook on the desk, hoping maybe it had a name written on it or something helpful like "Congratulations! You're now a chosen one!"
Instead, it just had some messy math notes and a doodle of what I think was a hamster holding a sword.
No answers.
I checked the closet-just a school uniform.
A very familiar looking school uniform...
But I couldn't place it.
Yet.
MC: "Okay. So to summarize:
Not my room.
Not my face.
Not my voice.
Possibly isekai'd.
I stood in front of the mirror again and sighed.
MC: "Guess I'm starting from the bottom, huh?"
And then my stomach growled.
Loudly.
MC: "...Great. New world, same hunger."
A/c:"it always good to feed yourself kids."