My roommate across the bed seems to really like Tezuka Kunimitsu, the chuunibyou on the top bunk is smitten with the godlike Yukimura Seiichi, and the girl diagonally across from me is obsessed day in and day out with Yanagi Renji and Inui Sadaharu's amazing data... I seem to have been assigned to an indescribable dorm room. But that doesn't matter, because I, Yamane Marina, a perfectly sensible girl who likes both tennis and music, just! Don't! Believe! In! That! Unreal! Stuff! Things that blur the line between fantasy and reality are truly, truly, truly unbearable. But then, I transmigrated. No hints, no help. How on earth am I supposed to get back to my real life?! Is this the result of blaspheming against anime? QAQ This Mary Sue's background is just! So!
I just want to sing a song in peace, okay...
