A Straight Guy Gets Sent into Doraemon, and Something's Not Right!

I'm just an ordinary straight guy, rewatching Doraemon while eating.

Then everything went black. I passed out from a food coma and transmigrated into the show, becoming the good-for-nothing I hated most as a kid: Nobita Nobi.

At first, I was ecstatic! I could finally meet sweet Shizuka, the all-purpose Doraemon, and perfect Dekisugi... My entire childhood was right here!

But reality hit me like a brick:

The goddess Shizuka had become a hulking basketball player who slapped my shoulder and called me “bro.” His hands felt more reassuring than mine.

The guardian angel Doraemon, who was supposed to pull all sorts of “gadgets” from his pocket, kept looking at me with ominous red lights flickering in his eyes.

The gentle, refined Dekisugi seemed to be writing a report on my behavior in his notebook, not working on equations.

Suneo, who I remembered as nothing but a braggart and a sidekick, now dressed like a little prince, but always watched me with a cold, intent gaze.

And Gian had two personalities living inside him! His hot-tempered older brother, and the little sister who was always smiling sweetly but sent chills down my spine...

Is this really the world I grew up knowing? Hey, this is seriously messed up!

(All Nobita)

Straight, cool-guy Nobita as the bottom vs. a whole cast of unpredictable tops