I Think I Transmigrated Into A Japanese Romantic Comedy

(Note: Events in this chapter between C6 and C7)

(Note: Dialogue is in Japanese here)

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I took a deep breath.

This is it. This is the moment before i face my biggest adversary in my two lives.

I don't know what horrors are hidden behind this, but based on what I know even Sam's ten day trek to Mount Doom to destroy the ring might seem easier to me. [1]

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*slash*

I opened the door entered the room and looked around.

Fuck.

I knew it was bad but it seems like I underestimated the scale of it.

Posters of an infamous edgelord occupied the two... white walls?

Fuck!

How the fuck does one fill their room with so much edginess that the colour of the walls are barely visible?

Is that damn poster of Kaneki Ken? [2]

I finished the final season of that anime. I finished that anime despite all the cringe since I couldn't leave right at the end.

Some said that the anime was too cringe so I read the manga.

Well I thank whoever said that.

The manga was still cringe but it was well done. Exquisite dare I say.

But still!

I went through that cringe fest twice and yet it's haunting me for the third time!

And based on this guy's memories, he put up the fucking posters right at the peak of the cringe fest!

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I fell down on my knees.

This is too much.

I wouldn't have minded it if the posters were of some beautiful actresses or hot idols. Heck, even pornstars would have worked since I could have blamed it on horniness and puberty.

But this, this black history that has been accumulating for the past few years, how do I even approach this?

I imagine my self having married a decent wife and having kids. But one day she finds my black history and files for a divorce.

The judge immediately passes the verdict presenting the reasoning "the defendant was too edgy".

The heartbreak on the face of my wife as the jury pitifully look onto my children for having such a father.

My inmates in prison avoiding me when being told of my crimes.

'Well at least I won't have to worry about anything in case my soap falls down in the shower.'

Even my execution being delayed when the executioner outright refuses to let his blade touch me when my crimes are revealed.

I know damn well I am exaggerating but these are the kinds of thoughts one ends up with when you make a cocktail of 'overthinking' and 'social anxiety'!

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However it seems like there's more.

I look closely at my desk. It seems there's a something presented there like it's a valuable item

Clean Black leather. All round straps. An eye patch. Blood Red gums. A wide smile. Pristine White teeth. And the zipper.

Yeah its that famous gas mask. [3]

Its not bad. In fact it kind of looks dope without context.

But from what I know about this guy, a few years later and he might have truly been one of those kids who hyped the stupid fight between Kaneki and Jason.

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Its not all speculation. In fact just today I felt like cracking my fingers and the first thing I did was open my right hand, bend the index finger at 90 degrees, place my thumb above the middle joint of the index finger and pull it down. [4]

*crack*

I wasn't even conscious of it. It was purely muscle memory.

This damn fucker passed onto me the grand inheritance of Kaneki Ken's edgy antics. From what I'm assuming, this isn't the only one and there's more to come.

Heck the memories I've received aren't complete yet but from what i know i probably went around wearing this gas mask last Halloween and there might be photos taken.

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Suddenly I hear footsteps.

"Yuuta! mom's calling us down for dinner!"

I shudder. I'm on my knees here in the middle of my second existential crisis of the day and a demon has approached to give me the third.

"Were you listening to music?"

*slash*

I stare back at the door and then it suddenly opens.

"I yelled from down the stairs but..."

She finally looks down.

We stare at each other.

The sheer horror. My spine's tingling here.

She looks at me knelt down, in the middle of the room facing the mask.

Even from my perspective its easy to misunderstand.

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This isn't going to end well.

If I don't navigate through this well, I might end up adding another entry to my black history.

And this time it will be with my own hands.

In the midst of this, I don't know what shape my face has contorted to but it surely isn't remotely aesthetically pleasing.

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She looks at me and doesn't give any reaction.

'Please don't show disgust. For the love of god, I'm on my last breath here.'

I pray desperately to whichever god is willing to listen to this pitiful soul so that they can stop this demon of a sister from intentionally or unintentionally plunging me into the abyss.

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After a second that seems like an eternity, she gives a reaction.

"Oh"

My remaining 3 braincells crashed.

No what the fuck is this! Why is she humming like she understands everything?

Out of all the things she could do, she simply understands?

She looks cute and I wish to dote on her.

BUT is this is my sister we're talking about and we're usually trying to one up the other and I've finally given her the chance to take a shot at me.

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No, wait...

Wait a damn minute!

She shows the same shit-eating grin I showed her before I come upstairs to my room.

I twist my body and stretch my hands and try to assassinate her before its too late.

*slam*

"Mom, Yuuta's busy with another chuunibyou episode. I think we should just leave a plate for him"

Aaaaaaahhh!

I collapse.

Today I, Yuuta Kazama, a first-day transmigrator, have been critically injured by 2 consecutive existential crises and finally been brutally murdered by my sister as revenge.

Now, to understand how I got here, I'll need to go a few hours back to the time when this shitty day started.

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[1] Lord of the Rings reference here. I'm sure you get it but just in case you don't, here's a link https://www.ign.com/articles/2015/05/19/heres-how-many-miles-frodo-sam-walked-to-get-to-mt-doom

[2] https://tokyoghoul.fandom.com/wiki/Ken_Kaneki

[3] Kaneki Ken's mask https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/510rFD9UCRL._UY550_.jpg

[4] https://i.pinimg.com/originals/31/79/60/3179608391f3c26bcf56967a94220b28.jpg