The bathroom at a convention is a truly magical place.
Some innocent people who never wanted to transmigrate end up doing so for all sorts of bizarre reasons.
It's so annoying :)
Fine, I've transmigrated.
But I was cosplaying Jean Rimbaud!
And I've transmigrated into Bungo Stray Dogs!
Can I get a break??? Please???
All right, you win, I lose. You're ruthless.
Faced with the complicated, conflicted looks from all sorts of people (especially Chuuya Nakahara),
I smiled faintly and chose to hang myself.
I won't get found out at any point in the story, since the world's will (that is, me, the author) is protecting my son.
Everyone else just knows he's a Rimbaud from a parallel world.
He's wearing Bungo Stray Dogs' Rimbaud persona, but his personality is original.
So this Rimbaud is definitely out of character, and the other characters will probably be out of character to some extent too. That's on me.
This story is just a trial run, but I won't abandon it. I'm in ninth grade, so updates may be far apart.
First-person narration, very poor writing, and the author is sensitive, so updates will be whenever I feel like it~ If this story isn't to your taste, please just leave quietly. Don't tell me~
Premise: Don't rub it in when someone's having a hard time
