I Go Real Fiction

Haruto Tanaka is dead. Or rather, the real Haruto Tanaka is dead because when a 25-year-old nobody from the real world opens his eyes in the middle of Shibuya Crossing, he knows exactly what happened. Reincarnation. Anime world. The whole package. Except... he's not excited. He's not crying. He's not building a harem or unlocking cheat skills. He's just bored. Armed with nothing but genre-savvy sarcasm and a habit of talking to the sky (sorry, "the Author"), our dead-inside protagonist must navigate a world that runs on anime logic where hair defies gravity, little sisters barge into rooms unannounced, and every sunset looks like a watercolor painting. The problem? He remembers being an adult. He holds chopsticks wrong. He finds everything too perfect. And his sharp-eyed little sister Yui is starting to notice that her "brother" feels like a stranger wearing his skin. Is this a rom-com? A battle shounen? A psychological horror disguised as slice-of-life? The Author isn't answering. And as Haruto stumbles through club activities, suspiciously convenient memory downloads, and a family that doesn't know he's an impostor, one terrifying thought keeps creeping in: What if the worst genre... is the one where nothing happens at all? A meta-isekai that breaks the fourth wall, then apologizes for it. For everyone who ever watched an anime and thought: "This protagonist is way too excited about dying."