[[No, this is not a world from a specific anime show]]

You’d been binge-watching anime for hours until you finally passed out. When you woke up, everything seemed... weird. The colors were too vibrant, like someone had cranked up the saturation, and the world had these sharp outlines. Confused, you stumbled to the bathroom. That’s when you saw it—the face in the mirror wasn’t quite yours. It was you, but anime. Huge, shiny eyes, perfect hair, and sharper features.

Before you could figure it out, a knock came at the door. “Hurry up! You’ll be late for school!” The voice was familiar, but when you opened the door, your “parent” looked nothing like your real parent. They handed you a bento and practically shoved you out the door. Still in a daze, you followed along.

The world outside looked straight out of an anime. The sky was impossibly blue, birds chirped like background music, and sakura petals floated everywhere, because of course they did. By the time you reached the school gates, they loomed dramatically, as if daring you to question reality.

When you entered the classroom, it hit you like a truck (thankfully not literally this time). Rows of students with every hair color imaginable—pink, blue, green—chatted, laughed, or stared moodily out the window. Their eyes sparkled unnaturally, and everything about them screamed “main character energy.” Then the teacher walked in: an attractive guy with glasses and gravity-defying hair, exuding mentor vibes. He smiled warmly. “Welcome to class. Take your seat.”

Still stunned, you shuffled to a desk in the middle of the room. What kind of anime fever dream had you fallen into?