About me transmigrating into N.
A high school senior failed a math mock exam. One night, while preparing to study himself into the ground with a flashlight so he could beat his classmates, he suddenly transmigrated into the Bungo Stray Dogs world!!
What the heck is this?!
He was so shocked that the art style changed.
Isn't this the anime my childhood friend recommended? But what did I do to deserve being transmigrated into N as a humanities ace? Do you hate humanities that much?
Please, I'm allergic to science and math!!
Ahem. Becoming Chuuya and Alang's dad, er, butler is so freaking cool, okay? Women, go ahead and be insanely jealous of me! I just want to make you mad!
Wait a second...
I'm still the person in charge, and I have to write reports too. I can act like a know-it-all, right...? I know nothing = I know everything.
Ridiculous!
It's over, it's over. Next month is the Arajin God's experiment review. God, what am I supposed to do? If someone finds out I'm a total fake who doesn't know a thing, will I get shot? Or turned into a human dissection experiment subject?
Help me, oh my God! Maybe I should smuggle Chuuya out of here overnight...
What if I take Chuuya and run to Russia? I should ask what color snakeskin bags Chuuya and Alang like...
But then the whole port got locked down, and I couldn't get out. I had no choice but to stay at some N's best friend's place and open that door.
To sum up:
1. Don't get into a head-on confrontation with Verlaine or Rimbaud (555~ My idols... biting my handkerchief)
2. Run if you see Dazai Osamu!
3. Don't pick up plastic bottles of yellow liquid off the street and drink from them.
4. Be sure to highlight limited-time sales in red.
5. Real men don't look back when something explodes... and don't let anyone see your torn underwear.
6. Heroes can suffer injustice, but you can't step on my Chelsea boots.
7. I just love Chuuya's beauty, the kind that doesn't care if anyone else lives or dies, the kind that makes your soul fly away [covering face]
Follow these seven rules and you can scrape by in Yokohama.
Until one day, a young hitman showed up at the door...
"Bro, let me finish this cup of instant noodles first..."
"Any last words?"
"Instant noodles take three minutes! Get it?"
"..."
[Notes for readers]
This story is entirely fictional. It is also called Being Chuuya's Butler.
Any out-of-character moments are on me!
I've finished the outline, but I'll deal with what happens after June 8 when June 8 comes around...
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