"Hmmmm what's so interesting with those guys anyway, Secretive Detective is more handsome that his face could slap their faces twice!" I screamed in my brain while I stare at these two parties on the second floor of the school.

I'm Aizen, gay person who reads comics and such, but as for novels I've only read just one fully, I'm nineteen as well, right now I'm just watching girls squeal for their crushes while I look at those guys with disappointment, cause novel guys are more better and more green than your mind can be when it's horny.

"Zen?" A person with kind soft voice sounded.

"What is it? Are you going to confess again?"

I didn't care nor I didn't give a chance turn my head to his direction, he always does this when he has the chance, always confessing whenever I diss his feelings, although no matter how much he liked me, I could never reciprocate the feelings that this guy has for me, because I don't wanna be with this guy, no matter how handsome he can be.

"Yes, is that wrong?"

"No"

"I'll give you money" my eyes sparkled when I heard money.

"Give me that"

"Here" He happily reached out a thousand of that peso money to me and I was sweating to actually accept it.

"Uhh, last time I checked you gave me one hundred, so why is this one-thousand?" 

"You don't want it?" 

'He showed that puppy dog eyes, shit! I can't compete with that!'

"I'll accept it"

My hands were trembling on accepting the money and he just smiled at me, this guy is my admirer, a guy a who liked me, a guy who appeared out of nowhere in my life, his name is Keith, I don't know why he does like me, he was just happily there smiling when he confesses every time and with every rejection, he still smiles.

"Why do you keep confessing when I like someone already?" I asked him.

"Oh?that Secretive Detective?"

"Wait, why do you-" I was shocked on how does he know that guy.

"Well you always do stare at him almost like 24/7 on the phone"

I had a distorted expression of dumbness on face when I heard those words...cause wait... really??

"I do?"

"Yeah" He nodded.

"Baaaaah! Get out!and don't talk to me!"

The bell rang at that time and we had our afternoon classes with me just sulking while he had a satisfied look on his face.

When the classes ended, he stood at the entrance of gate as the sunset sun were seen.

"So, why are you here, again?"

"What? it's not like it's wrong right?I'd to walk together with my crush that's it"

"Well you're breaking boundaries so shooo!"

He sighed "Alright, see you tomorrow"

Sometimes, I don't understand how can a person love me that much, when you yourself in the contrary is the most bullshit person ever, like why do you like a person who's below you?my status is not poor, my grades are okay I guess? Well let's not talk about those, well my looks are okay, in fact my looks are more than average, still that doesn't mean you'd fall over the moon just to do things this much for someone you like, and not just that, I evade that guy pretty much everyday but he just comes near me.

"Do I even deserve you?" I mumbled.

I was reading a novel that made my body feel goosebumps from it's ending as my thoughts arrange the plot to complete the story while creating alternate universes of that story, I cried at that thought that they would be separated at the end and then would meet again when the time does it's thing.

I squealed like a girl in my room "oh my gosh I'mma ship them both hehehehe"I giggled and closed my phone, of course I was scrolling, reading and let's not forget, selling my sleep to do a hangover just to read a book that you like till your eyes begs itself to close.

I sighed "I'm not just unhealthy"

I looked at the poster that was on the wall, he looks so scrumptious that I wanna take a bite off of his chests if he was real, even the scar on his eye is so iconic, I felt the urge to do the unappropriate things that would make me look like a hungry bitch for a man of his caliber, I sighed "I'm a delulu too uwaaah"

"Gosh, Secretive Detective, you are the hottest man alive to be in my dreams Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~" I squealed like a fan girl itching to meet her idol, but then again my crush doesn't exist while their idol does, that's unfair! Very!

What if the story you've liked became true? I pondered and looked to the books of my bookshelf. 

And if they did exist in front of you, what would you say?and if you were their creator, what would you say? What words would be able to summarize the feelings and adventure or even the traumas you've thrusted upon the stories you've made? What reason could you come up with when you've seen them front to front? I wonder.

To the straight women who fantasized the gay men stories, they would condemn you of utter madness and how they would crush your fantasies into pulp like dust being blown away.

To the men who fantasized their bodies to the filthiest minds they could image and saunter the lust from the imaginations they made, what could these characters say?

But how am I any different to those people that you may ask? No I am no different either, I'm just a human, then again humans sometimes live to their fantasies to the reality that caused them trauma, how could you blame them?

I myself learned to control my urges, now I'm just simping for a man, a man that doesn't exist, I'm just a nineteen year old who's just exploring the beliefs I held unto, to fantasize the characters of when they are happy, to fantasize where they could soothe your needs and to fantasize where you could bring their story to their own demise, each reader with each of them that has different concepts, beliefs and fantasies, I am just one of them who fantasized a happy dream for them, I guess that's how I began to ship them for a happy ending in my mind.

Well I'm not a fetishizer or anything, like reader x the characters? I'd rather have the characters do the deed than them with me. 

Because there was a line from a novel I've read before, if you write or create a character, these characters will move on their own. Based from those lines, even if you create or input yourself in a story you create wether it is comics or novel, that character will not be the same as you, you can understand them as your own reflection on a fictional level, but you being them will never be true.

"What am I even thinking about..."I sighed "it's like those types of Intp things where they create their thoughts, it's always the mind doing it's work and not the body" I stood up and goes to the mirror looking at my reflection "Oh gosh I have dark eye bags beginning to be noticeable"

The thing about being able to fantasize things is being able to be responsible on these thoughts as long as you don't show these characteristics to reality, because everyone around me told me to differentiate reality and fiction, but then again reality hurts and fiction was my escape.

"I'm being trapped to my thoughts again...I should sleep" I yawned then began to close my eyes.

It was then that time, the time I would never realize, that I was in a game that was going to be my next reality, the reality that might be my new adventure in life. 

A light window appeared in front of me with letters and two choices.

[Start Your New Adventure?]

"Huh?"

[Yes] or [No]

I pressed on yes without a second thought, I observed the space around me and I see nothing except that I feel like a I was floating in mid air with all just pitch black.

Then the light window changed it's letters and options appears instead.

[Class]

Scythe Wielder 

Dual Wielder 

Caster

Necromancer

Warrior

Archer

"Woah! It's like a game!"

If this is a dream then I would be able to do everything I want! It's like those dreams where you can control your dream! Like lucid dreams! This is awesome!

"I pick Scythe Wielder!" I pressed on that scythe wielder option with a smile on my face.

Then my feet began to disappear like those in transmigration manhwas like digitally disappearing, until then when I opened my eyes, I felt the chills of cold of a distant past, crystal platinum colour that shine like jewels around me were spread around, it was the feeling of nostalgia as if the first time of curiosity in a game.

"Where am I?"