I Was Reincarnated as a Creepy Fat Guy, Then Trained Myself Without Sleep. And Then, for Some Reason, the Heroines Start Approaching Me

During that time, I didn’t have any friends.

So, I desperately engaged in dieting and muscle training alone, becoming the handsome and slender guy I am now.

[You’re trying to act beyond yourself! You’re more suited to be a fatty! Damn it!]

With an expression that seemed to harbor a sense of crisis, he continued to bully me even more.

So, I beat him up until he became irrecoverable, planting a trauma in him that would make him froth at the mouth just by looking at my face. Since then, feeling uncomfortable, I quit high school. Later, I obtained qualifications to become a gym trainer, had relationships with many women, and lived a fulfilling life.

As I mentioned before, I don’t like manga where the protagonist hypnotizes heroines and steals them away. However, when I read “Hypnotizing The Childhood Friend Of The Handsome Guy Who Looks Down on Me in Class, and Cuckolding Him.” a manga set in this world, I felt a certain stimulation in my mind, and it stayed with me.

Perhaps, I had strong feelings for the character Itsuki Kondo in this erotic manga.

I was happy.

The me before reincarnation had always been alone, overcoming all kinds of obstacles. From an outsider’s perspective, I might appear as someone enviable, the owner of a body and face that many would desire, enjoying life as I pleased with beautiful women.

However,

I might have been lonely.

So, the presence of Manabu and Keisuke was significant to me.

When we trained together to become handsome, I was so happy that hiding my smile every day was quite a challenge.

Because they taught me the preciousness of sharing joy together, I decided in my heart to cherish these two. I was determined to protect them.

However,

this guy in front of me destroyed everything.

Why is it that only human trash gathers around me?

There are good people like Manabu, Keisuke, Mikami and Tatsuzaki, Tamaki-san, and Kanna.

The problem is this guy.

If this guy weren’t here, everything would go well.

Of course, killing someone was not permissible.

But feeling the need to at least apply moxibustion to this guy until he flinches just from looking at my face, I continued to punch him until he became irrecoverable.

My fists were stained with blood, and he no longer responded.

Mocking him as he only breathed, I stood up, and an unexpected person was watching me.

“Kondo, what are you doing?”

“! Okayama sensei”

It was our homeroom teacher who oversees my class.

*****

Several days later,

I received a three-week suspension.

Hayama had not received any punishment.

Now, I was holed up at home, recalling the interactions with the teacher.

[What I did, punching him, is a fact, but it was Hayama who wrote content on SNS that disparages me, Manabu, and Keisuke! Yet, why is he not receiving any punishment?]

It was fair to receive punishment for hitting him. Probably, going to a reformatory was also on the table. However, the teacher was clearly trying to cover up the overall picture of this incident.

[That’s just your one-sided claim.]

[Then should I bring a witness!?]

[Hey, Kondo, you are not calm. There’s a possibility you might threaten students forcibly, so don’t go to the class.]

[What!? Are you trying to cover up this incident, by any chance?]

[Shut up.]

[You’re just like Hayama, hiding in the same hole. When I was still fat, you probably saw many scenes where that guy Hayama bullied me, right? You also know about the existence of those posts. Didn’t you say something about cover-ups being bad the other day, you damn teacher?]

My appeal seemed to have touched a nerve, and the teacher angrily shouted.

[As a high school student! Don’t act like a know-it-all! I was thinking of giving you a one-week suspension, but it seems like you need more punishment. If you continue with this attitude, be prepared for a bad evaluation! If you dare to act out again, I’ll expel you!]

After saying that, he immediately went to the principal’s office. As a result, I ended up with a three-week suspension at home.

My parents found out about this and abruptly returned from their overseas trip.

“…”

I truly feel sorry for my parents.

No contact from Manabu and Keisuke.

A few messages came from Kanna, but replying boldly would be inappropriate. So, lying on the bed, I look up at the ceiling.

“Come to think of it, it was like this when I was reincarnated.”

Muttering to myself, I recalled the past.

Therefore, I got off the bed, went to the closet, and opened the door. A vast amount of anime goods, manga, light novels, game software, and idol posters are revealed. Looking at them, covered in a faint layer of dust, I think to myself.

Just like the old me escaped reality through anime, games, and idols, I might have been escaping reality through training and intimate moments.

So fundamentally, aren’t the old Itsuki Kondo and the current me similar entities? Therefore, the desire to cherish the bonds left by the old Itsuki Kondo without breaking them has sprouted.

As I self-deprecatingly laughed, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Is it someone from the school, or perhaps Hayama’s family?

I manage to calm my trembling heart, head towards the entrance, and open the door.

There stands Marin.

“Marin…”

She clenched her own lips, glared at me, then raised her hand and slapped my cheek forcefully.

“Ugh!”

“You’re the worst! Don’t you dare lay a hand on my brother!”

I thought about retorting that he also used violence on me, but I refrained.

“That’s how you are, hitting people when things don’t go your way, Itsuki-chi!”

“No, I…”

“I’ve truly misjudged you! I hate people who resort to violence the most!! You devil!! My brother might be lazy, but he’s still my brother!”

With those words, she shouts and starts running.

Confirming that she’s gone, I pat my cheek.

Because of the forceful slap, my right cheek was already red.

Of course, her point was valid.

However, Marin doesn’t seem to understand at all why I hit him.

And that’s only natural.

Thoroughly concealed by the homeroom teacher, I have no way to convey the details, and there’s nothing I can do now. Perhaps even Kanna doesn’t fully grasp the whole picture of this incident. The posts have all been erased as well.

If I were a YouTuber with over 100,000 subscribers, the outcome might have been different.

I don’t have the means to disseminate information to many people.

If I made weird posts on SNS, I could genuinely face expulsion.

*Sigh…*

As I deep sigh at the entrance, a familiar voice reaches my ears.

“Itsuki? What are you doing here?”

“Kanna?”