In a Crossover World, Why Do You Call Me an Entertainer a Air Conditioner?

[Handcrafted the traditional way, written entirely by hand. Read without worry; the author will fix anything that isn't good.] Chiba Akishiro couldn't understand how he'd transmigrated into an anime crossover when he hadn't died suddenly or had some incredible stroke of luck. "Huh? First, tell me, are you saying you sent the wrong person?" "Yes." "And because of your mistake, I have to stay in this world for two whole years before I can leave?" "That's right." "You little... (800 words omitted)." That's how it happened. When he was chosen to join the Service Club by Shizuka Hiratsuka from the start, Chiba Akishiro let loose. "Ms. Hiratsuka, you're an old maid. Stop meddling in young people's affairs!" "Yukinoshita, your chuunibyou is truly incurable." "And you too, Yuihama. You're like a silly dog all day, just mindlessly agreeing with everyone. It's exasperating." ... Better to put pressure on others than on yourself. Chiba Akishiro had thought that with his personality, his two years in this world would probably pass peacefully. But... Looking at the girls gathered around him, Chiba Akishiro rubbed his forehead helplessly. "Let me say this again: I'm not some air conditioner who treats everyone the same. Stay away from me. I'm really... so hot!"