I swear I didn’t have these before, but now it appears out of nowhere. Well, it does look great. I looked like a badass vampire, but it’s too long and looks kind of scary.

Don’t mind them. My editor is scarier when he’s angry.

I ran back to the bedroom to grab my hoodie, phone, and my car key. Actually, I don’t mind if Ryuuga gets angry, but the problem is I already promised my brother that I will help him get closer to Ryuuga.

Izumi—my gay brother—said that I can have this car if I make Ryuuga his lover. Ryuuga is not even a fudanshi, so the idea of him and my brother getting together is almost impossible, but I’ll do my best—all for the sake of the car.

My phone’s ringing again. Without looking at the name, I know that it’s Ryuuga—or perhaps Izumi.

“I’m on my way, don’t worry, okay? It won’t be long—”

“Do you make Ryuuga wait for you again, you punk?!”

Oh, God.

“Nii-san? Ahh, I thought it was Ryuuga … haha ….”

“You don’t want that c—”

“No! I want it!” Who wouldn’t want a free car? “Be patient, please. You do know that Ryuuga isn’t gay at all! It’s so hard for me too!”

“I’ll come to your office today. No, actually, I’m on my way to go there too.”

Without realizing it, my soles hit the brake.

“What?! Why?!”

“To meet him, of course.”

***

“Oh, you bring your bro?” He’s so cold, I could freeze right now.

I don’t know if Ryuuga knew or not that my bro was hitting on him, but I hope he doesn’t know yet. 

“We met by accident, haha.”

“Whatever. Just do your work, Mr. Abolover.”

I can feel Izumi’s eyes on me. He’s sure intimidating, but let’s forget it. Now, I should focus on my novel with Ryuuga.

He reads my novel slowly as usual. He’s super focused even in a crowded place like this. I’m looking at Izumi, his eyes were straight on Ryuuga without blinking at all. I follow his gaze. Ryuuga's focused face, his sharp eyes, straight hair, and white skin. I think now I understand why my brother fell in love with this guy at first sight.

“It’s good, actually, but maybe because this is your first time writing in this genre, it feels stiff. You should try to read many isekai novels.”

He’s right. I don’t read many of the isekai genre. Two days ago, I remade this novel without many preferences. It took me one full day, and I only slept last night.

Izumi comes back from his phone call and brings two coffees. He gives one to Ryuuga and one to himself. Yep, he's that mean to me, his own little bro.

Ryuuga accepted it without thinking much. He knows that I and Izumi are always fighting as brothers.

“Ryuuga, are you busy after this?” Here we go again. Izumi’s 1001 ways to gets closer to Ryuuga.

“Nope. Why?”

“Can you help me find a book? You’re an editor, so I believe in your taste.”

Ryuuga lifted one of his eyebrows. “Your bro is a writer, though?”

“He is, but what do you expect from a crazy fudanshi that spends his time on BL only?”

You, gay prick!

I’m not expecting that Ryuuga would agree with Izumi’s idea to accompany him. It basically is a dating, but Ryuuga is still Ryuuga. A virgin, innocent twenty years old man.

Ryuuga nodded and walks ahead of Izumi. Izumi then follows him, but after three footsteps, he’s looking back at me and sticking out his tongue.

I show him my middle finger and then walk alone to my car.

***

“Isekai : when someone is suddenly transported from their world into the unknown world. It can be a vampire world, elf, demon, or another alternative universe.”

I closed the book in my hands, took my vape, and inhaled it. The banana scent filled my room when I exhaled it.

Isekai is still popular. There are a lot of people that like it. They sometimes wanted to get thrown into their favorite isekai world.

As for me, yes, I do, too. However, will I be surviving in the isekai? The world that I don’t understand its systems, how the people behinds it, and why I transferred to it?

“Ehhh, why does it ….”

It seems like my laptop is broken. Well, it’s not the first time. This laptop was so old. I don’t want to replace it with a new one. Not because I don’t have enough money, but because this laptop has been my partner for more than two years. I used it from my very first novel until now I have published more than five novels.

“My laptop’s broken again, I’ll go to your place right now.”

I know Aki got so bored with my visits. He always nagged me and told me to change my laptop, but I don’t give a f**k about it.

Perhaps it’s because I’m in a hurry. Perhaps it’s because I was too tired these days. However …,

Brakk!

“Iori? Moshi-moshi? Iori?! Answer me!”

“….”

I feel my head’s damp. It hurts, really hurts, but I can’t move a single finger of mine. I can still hear Aki’s worried voice on the phone.

Is it the end of my life? In my twenties, still a virgin, and when I do my new novel?

How about my promise to Izumi? How about Ryuuga?

… and how about my novel? My one and only job that I love.

***

It’s cool, but relaxing. The sound of the leaves, the sunlight that comes through the leaves. Is it spring already?

I opened my eyes in the next second. There are a lot of people here. Joking with their family, kids playing together with their friends, boys and girls that are dating, and also that cute preggy boy.

Wait, what?

“Hey, you are an Alpha, right? I’m so sorry, but your pheromones are a bit strong. If your rut time is coming, you should stay in your house with your Omega.”

Huh?

“May I know your partner? Or, I can call the taxi to get you home.” He's still talking to me with his mask covering his nose and mouth.

“Do I smell bad?” I try my best to get my voice out. Don’t know too why I asked him that.

He quickly shook his head. “No, not that. You know, Alpha’s pheromones ….”

I can see his red face even though it is covered with the mask.

I stand up, trying to find my phone, and check it.

Kyoto, April 2x 20xx

“Sorry, but, do you know where this place is?”

I have lived in Kyoto since I was a child, but I have never visited this playground. No, I didn’t even know that Kyoto ever had this playground. Moreover, he called me Alpha and told me that my pheromones are quite strong. What exactly happened to me?

“Hum? It’s a popular playground in Kyoto, of course. You don’t know it? Then, how did you get here?”

Man, that's been my question all along!

“Err … then, do you know Hikari Publisher?”

He should. No one wouldn’t know about Hikari Publisher. It’s a big publisher, after all.

“What is that?” He tilted his head and without opening his mask, I knew his face was so confused.

No way. No f**king way.

Is it real? Isekai? I, transferred to the isekai?

An isekai novel author being thrown into the isekai world?