Chapter 1: Fuck This World, Where Is My Phone?
Rin woke up in a bed that wasn’t his, in a body that wasn’t his, in a fucking world that sure as hell wasn’t his.
’What is happening? Where the hell am I?’
The ceiling was too damn clean to be his. The sheets were silk, soft and too white. He doesn’t wash his sheets till it starts making him sneeze. The sunlight spilling through the curtains? Suspiciously soft.
"...No," he muttered.
He sat up fast, too fast. His balance was off since he felt lighter, smaller and... weak. He looked down and nearly gagged. The hands weren’t his. They were pale, slim, pretty and soft.
"Oh fuck no."
He immediately shoved off the covers and stumbled toward the mirror on the wall. There it was... some kind of baroque-style bullshit hanging over a carved vanity.
And reflected back at him?
Porcelain skin. Collarbones. White-blond hair brushing over wide red eyes. Lips too pink, lashes too long. He looked like a live-action fanservice trap.
"FUCK!"
He kicked the damn vanity. It didn’t break. Of course, it didn’t break. This world probably had magic furniture, too.
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