Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 0.1: Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga

Prologue

Chapter 0.1: Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga

I realized I’d been reincarnated… way too late to do anything about it.

Like a helpless little lamb about to be devoured, I shrank into the corner of the classroom, trembling pitifully.

This was Shibakata Private High School.

A top-tier, elite… delinquent school.

The girls here casually propped their feet up on desks, flipped through manga, and did whatever they pleased—without a care in the world.

Yes. The girls.

The name “Shibakata High” rang a bell.

It was the setting of a manga from my previous life.

And not just any manga—a fist-swinging, blood-pumping, bone-crunching delinquent manga.

I’d never been in a fight in my entire life, and just that fact alone was enough to make me queasy.

But as if that wasn’t bad enough… the gender roles here were reversed.

Which meant that as one of the rare few guys around, I was getting the kind of stares a predator gives its prey.

“…I wanna drop out already…”

Apparently, the me in this world wasn’t exactly a model student either.

A full-on delinquent—so of course my “natural” choice of school had been Shibakata High.

I idly twirled a lock of my dyed blond hair between my fingers, catching it in my peripheral vision.

In my past life, I’d never even dyed my hair.

On the inside, I was still a hardcore introvert.

On the outside, though? Yeah… total delinquent.

And now I was stuck in a famous yankee school where gender roles were flipped, meaning the male-to-female ratio was absolutely wrecked.

Basically, I was a herbivore thrown straight into a den of hungry carnivores.

From the very first step, my new life was already locked on Hard Mode.

With no mental energy left to deal with it all, I just slumped over my desk as the entrance ceremony ended and the self-introductions began, waiting for time to pass.

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I—Takuma Takamure—was in serious trouble.

Right now, I was standing behind a convenience store.

And right in front of me were three girls… all radiating pure delinquent energy.

“Yo, big guy.”

“That uniform… you’re from Shibakata High, right?”

“Wanna have a little fun?”

“Uh… I’ll pass, thanks.”

Yep. This really was the world of a delinquent manga.

Basic human decency? Long gone.

Or maybe this was just what the world looked like decades before my previous life.

All I’d done was keep my head down all day, survive until after school, swing by a convenience store on the way home… and now I was cornered by delinquents.

Not because I’d done anything wrong—

But simply because I was a guy.

“Don’t be like that~”

“It’ll be fun, promise.”

“We’ll show you heaven, baby.”

…Wow. Worst pickup lines ever.

Or maybe they didn’t even need good ones.

All three wore the same sleazy grin—like it didn’t matter whether I resisted or not, they’d get what they wanted anyway.

And honestly? They weren’t wrong.

I’d never been in a fight before, and even if there was some natural strength difference between guys and girls—there was a good chance the gender-role reversal here had flipped that too—there was no way I could take on three of them at once.

In other words… I was doomed.

Hard Mode on day one? Seriously?!

“No, seriously, I’m fine.”

I tried to casually take a step back—

But they just kept closing in, smug little grins plastered on their faces.

My back hit the wall. No escape.

“Oh, playing hard to get, huh?”

“Such a tease, this one.”

“Come, we’ll take you somewhere nice.”

Three hands reached toward me.

I squeezed my eyes shut—

But… nothing happened. No one grabbed me.

“…Huh?”

I slowly opened my eyes.

“You okay?”

“Uh… thanks…?”

Standing there was a girl.

Light brown hair swayed gently in the breeze.

She looked… familiar.

“Ah—you’re from my class.”

“Yep. Minato Myougi. Nice to meet ya.”

Right. No wonder I recognized her.

She was Minato Myougi, from my class.

Her introduction during the ceremony had completely flown over my head, so she’d barely left an impression.

…Minato…Myougi?

Something stirred in the back of my mind.

Like a fish bone stuck in my throat, an itch I couldn’t quite place.

“Don’t get in our way.”

“We were just about to have some fun with him.”

“Yeah. Why don’t you run along, Miss Justice?”

Annoyed at being interrupted, the three girls turned their attention to Minato instead.

Even then, she kept that same easygoing, almost cocky smile.

And that itch in my brain only grew stronger.

That confidence.

That vibe that screamed she could fight.

A student at Shibakata High, named Minato Myougi—

Oh.

“I remember now…”

That was the name of a character from a delinquent manga I’d read in my previous life—Fist.

Not the protagonist—the one who secretly wielded incredible strength and took down tougher opponents in a streak of giant-killings.

No, Minato Myougi was the character who tagged along beside that protagonist like a piece of clinging fish poop.

“What’s with this weakling?!”

“She’s not strong at all!!”

“Come, fight back a little!”

“Eeeek—s-sorryyy!?”

Minato curled up in a pitiful hunch, just taking the kicks from the three girls without even trying to resist.

I gave her a half-lidded stare.

All that cool, dramatic entrance… wasted.

Still… I guess I should be grateful she came to help at all.

“Somebody! Help us! Fight over here!!”

“Ha?! D-Damn, let’s go!”

“Shit!!”

“You’ll pay for this!!”

I yelled just loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, and the three of them bolted in a hurry.

A flawless retreat, really.

I crouched beside Minato, who was still sprawled on the ground.

“…Uh, you okay?”

“………………”

Pat, pat, pat.

Without a word, she stood up and brushed the dirt off her clothes.

“Ha! They totally got scared of my overwhelming presence and ran off instantly!”

“…Pretty sure that’s not what happened.”

“No, no, it was totally thanks to me! You wouldn’t understand, Takuma-kun!”

“Oh, so you know my name.”

Well, I guess I did introduce myself during class.

Didn’t listen to anyone else’s, and mine was pretty half-assed, but still.

In the end, it was thanks to Minato’s help that I got out of that mess with something as simple as yelling.

Weirdly enough, her pathetic display had actually calmed me down.

…By the way, in Fist, Minato Myougi was the resident clown.

Also known as the “weathervane.”

She had that “go with the flow” mentality—always siding with whoever was the strongest in the room.

But every now and then, when she was backed into a corner, she’d suddenly show some real guts.

That’s why she was actually pretty popular.

“So, why were they picking on you, Takuma-kun?”

“Uh… I just walked out of the convenience store and… there they were.”

“Ah, got it.”

“That was fast. Even I don’t get it yet.”

Minato snapped her fingers.

“It’s ’cause you look easy.”

“Easy? Me?”

“Yeah, yeah. Wearing Shibakata High’s uniform, dyed blond hair… total delinquent playboy vibe. Oh—don’t worry, not an insult.”

She waved her hands in front of her chest like she was making an X.

“Wow… that’s kinda depressing.”

“No way, it’s a good thing! Totally my type!”

“…You mean ‘type’ in the yankee sense?”

“In the yankee sense!”

…That’s not reassuring at all.

I gave an exaggerated shrug and let out a sigh.

Hanging around behind a convenience store forever was just asking for trouble, so I stepped out to the main street.

“If you ever run into that kind of trouble again, just call me for help.”

For some reason, Minato followed me out, striking a cool pose as she said it.

“You’d help me?”

“I’d help you.”

“…Thanks.”

If her personality was anything like Minato Myougi from Fist—

Then I could already guess what she really meant by that earlier comment.

I gave a small, wry smile and thanked her.

“See ya~!”

“See you.”

I watched her back grow smaller as she walked away.

Just before she disappeared from sight, Minato suddenly threw a guts pose into the air.

“Ah… thought so.”

Minato Myougi was the comic relief character.

In other words, she was a total flirt.

That little “call me if you’re in trouble” thing earlier?

Yeah, that was probably her way of trying to start something with me.

—Anyway, putting that aside.

Day one of realizing I’d been reincarnated, and I’d already been dragged into an incident.
What’s waiting for me tomorrow?
I really, really hope this gloomy future I’m seeing is just my imagination.