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Rin wakes up in a pristine-looking room, all the fancy stuff—chandalier, mahogany wood floor, gold details on everything, you guessed it! Did he always feel this strange tingling in his fingers? Did he always feel like there was something he could grab that was there but not visible? Did he know the answer to any of those questions? Clearly not. But he certainly did know that this was definitely not where he fell asleep. There was nothing familiar in sight. No PXG Jersey he vaguely remembered tossing on the end of his bed. No Charles bounding into his room to spew out something like, “Did you know that Play-Doh was originally invented to be a wallpaper cleaner?” No Loki yelling at them to get their lazy asses up. No annoying antenna-head trying to turn him into his punching bag first thing in the morning. None. It wasn’t until Rin looked down at his hands that he realized this was certainly not Blue Lock.
Because how the fuckity fuck is he doing that?
OR:
Your’s sincerely attempts to write a cool Rin transmigration magic school AU long fic/slow burn (and not abandoning it) when they can barely write 2k words a chapter. 😀👍