Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru [DISCONTINUED]

2: America Doesn't Suck When You're In An Anime

A/N: There's something I wanted to address here and now since recently I can't even go into the comments without getting so annoyed that I want to curse out every single person who is guilty of this.

In most, if not all, of my reader insert stories:

The reader is American: Half Mexican, and Half whatever nationality YOU want.

You don't have to like this, in fact, you are more than welcome to stop reading.

ESPECIALLY FOR THIS STORY!!!

I'm getting so sick and tired of reading the comments in the first few chapters saying "oh but I'm not American" and "I'm actually Chinese/ Filipino/ British/ etc" and something along those lines.

Let me tell you right now: I do not care. It's so annoying wanting to read the comments so I can reply to some people and all I see is THAT. Do you understand how frustrating and discouraging it is?? It's just so annoying and I have half a mind to just delete those comments, the only reason I haven't is because THERE IS TOO MANY OF THE SAME COMMENT THAT IT TAKES UP TOO MUCH OF MY TIME!!

Please, just STOP commenting that! If I see a new comment in a similar caliber, I WILL DELETE IT!

I didn't think I'd have to remind you all about something like this, but it's gotten to a point where I just hate reading comments from the first few chapters.

The reason I even made (Y/n) American/Half Mexican was because I didn't want her to be boring, or just an empty shell. I tried that at first, but I was becoming unhappy with how she was turning out. That's why it takes a while for me to even say she's half Mexican.

Like I said before, you do not have to like this. You are more than welcome to stop reading.

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You jump up in surprise, a shout escaping your soul. You fumbled with your phone to turn it off, but you just end up dropping it to the floor.

You just stare at it in defeat. Tanjiro only stares in confusion. You made no effort to pick it up, fortunately, Zenitsu was the one to get it. He was hesitant to pick it up, staring it at like a foreign object, which is fair.

He pushes the power button and cries when it turns on.

"Ah! What the hell is this?" He stretches out his hand to keep the phone at a distance.

You went to reach for it, but Tanjiro beat you to it. He took the phone from Zenitsu and stared at the lock screen.

"Woah! Look! The sunset is stuck in this box!" Tanjiro coos.

"What? Let me see!" Zenitsu looks over Tanjiro's shoulder.

You sighed and picked the phone out of Tanjiro's hand before putting it away in your back pocket.

History was your worst subject, you had to take it in your Sophomore year, then twice in your Junior year because you failed it the first semester. But considering the boys' reactions, maybe cameras haven't been introduced to Japan yet?

"(Y/n)," Tanjiro calls out.

You look at him with a smile and ignore the fact he says your name with a strange accent. You jerk your head in response as if to say, "what's up".