Chuya Nakahara Gives Up Thinking

I’m Nakahara Chuuya, a shut-in with no hair (not really). My dream is to have milk tea in one hand, cola in the other, a bunch of waifu figures behind me, and to become a lifetime member of Bilibili, reaching the pinnacle of life [not really]. One day, after I finished a deadline, I snuggled up tight in my little blanket and got ready to admire my waifu’s peerless beauty. Then I transmigrated. I landed in a strange room, still wrapped in my blanket. And right in front of me... Wait a second! Kunikida, didn’t you say you were a wandering artist who only wore T-shirts? Why is your suit so neat?! Ranpo, aren’t you all about muscle worship and against snacking? Why are you chewing those chips so loudly?! Atsuko, don’t make that shy face! Give me back the sharp-tongued, scheming Nakajima Atsushi, aaah! Tanizaki... well, Tanizaki is still the same. I breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly felt something moving under my blanket. I lifted it up and looked. Holy crap! Isn’t this the bastard Dazai Osamu who tricked me out of my heart and body, then walked off with my money?! [Everything in the main story apart from the first sentence is written in third person. Terrible writing, characters out of character, no fixed timeline. If you don’t like it, please click away. Thanks. Suggestions are welcome, but don’t insult me. I’m sensitive and will snap back, and my vocabulary can get pretty nasty, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.] Theme: Making a dream come true