Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 0.2: The Protagonist-kun-chan Transfers In

Chapter 0.2: The Protagonist-kun-chan Transfers In

TLN: I’ll be using “she/her” when referring to their past selves as well.

Over the past month, I’d figured something out—

Even though gender roles were reversed, the actual male-to-female ratio in the world didn’t seem all that different.

There were plenty of guys walking around town, and it’s not like men and women were constantly overplaying their “opposite” roles or anything.

…Unfortunately, that was not the case at Shibakata High.

“Phew…”

I leaned my weight against the wall, finally having escaped.

Being one of the most infamous yankee schools in the area, Shibakata High had a completely wrecked gender ratio.

No matter which way I looked—right, left—it was girls, girls, girls.

Sure, at first glance, it might sound like a dream.

A harem paradise.

But nope. Not even close.

Because they were delinquents.

“That was close… I almost got dragged into the washroom…”

Just earlier, while walking past the restroom, an arm had shot out and tried to grab me.

If I hadn’t bolted right away, I didn’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened.

If this is what passes for “everyday life” here, I might actually cry.

My shoulders felt heavy, my legs like lead—but class was still on.

So I pushed myself upright and started heading toward the classroom.

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“Alright, take your seats—got a transfer student to introduce.”

Our homeroom teacher’s voice had all the enthusiasm of a dying lightbulb.

The classroom buzzed with chatter.

“A transfer student this time of year? Pretty bad timing, huh.”

“Yeah… wait, why aren’t you going back to your seat?”

“I’m worried Takuma-kun might get attacked.”

“That’s… way too overprotective.”

Minato leaned an elbow on the back of my chair, tilting her head with a mischievous grin.

Ever since that incident behind the convenience store, she’d been weirdly clingy with me.

Maybe she just thought I was an easy mark.

The chatter died down when the door slid open.

A pair of long, steady legs stepped in—no hesitation in her stride.

She lifted her face with a bored expression and tossed out a half-hearted greeting.

“Haruna Chiaki. Nice to meet ya.”

I froze.

I knew that name.

—Chiaki Haruna.

Just like Minato, she was a character from Fist.

The real deal.

The protagonist of this world.

In the manga, she’d gotten caught up in a certain turf war, and when she couldn’t stay in her old neighborhood anymore, she’d moved here.

Now, she was a girl.

But still very much the same battle-hardened beast of a fighter.

“Alright, Haruna, grab an empty seat.”

“’Kay.”

Following the teacher’s order, she walked forward—

And the chair she pulled out was right next to mine.

Not because of fate or destiny, but simply because that was the only empty seat left.

“I’m Chiaki Haruna. You?”

“…Takuma Takamure.”

“Cool. Nice to meet you, Takuma-kun.”

Chiaki kept her cool expression, eyes fixed on the blackboard.

But I could feel it—someone was glaring daggers at her.

I couldn’t help but let out a wry smile.

Ah… so this is really how the story begins, huh.

Took me long enough to accept it.

In the schoolyard, two delinquents faced each other.

“Why’d you call me out here?”

“Oh, come on, the reason’s obvious, isn’t it?!”

Minato jabbed a finger right at Chiaki’s face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, making eyes at Takuma-kun?!”

“…Hah?”

Chiaki’s expression twisted into confusion.

She clearly had no idea what Minato was talking about.

I watched from the classroom window.

Since I was apparently the “reason” for this showdown, I couldn’t exactly look away.

“Your eyes busted or something? When exactly did I ever make eyes at him?”

Hands shoved in her skirt pockets, Chiaki didn’t back down an inch.

The wind lifted her black hair—just like the start of a duel scene.

As for Minato—

“It’s all over you! That ‘Ahh, Takuma-kun is sooo cool, I’m sooo in loooove ♡’ stench is pouring off you!”

“…We literally just met. Did I do anything to deserve you saying crap like that?”

The tension popped like a balloon.

Even I, leaning on the windowsill, nearly slipped and smacked my chin.

In Fist, Chiaki Haruna and Minato Myougi’s first meeting had also ended in a fight.

The reason? Completely dumb.

Minato thought Chiaki looked weak because she seemed so uninterested, so she picked a fight.

Of course, Minato lost.

But that was where their whole dynamic began—

A relationship readers would go on to call things like “the goldfish and its poop” or “the whale and its remora.”

“Quit yappin’ and get to it already. You’re gonna fight, right? Let’s start.”

Chiaki rolled her shoulders, stretching her arms.

She was clearly ready to go.

“Eh? …Ah, yeah, fine, I’ll take you on!”

She clearly hadn’t expected Chiaki to actually accept.

Which was rich, considering she was the one who picked the fight.

Minato quickly started rotating her shoulders like she meant business.

A wave of tension ran between them.

Even from my spot way across the yard, I could feel it.

I found myself holding my breath.

“—Hsshh!”

“Wha—?!”

Chiaki’s right straight.

The several meters between them vanished in an instant.

Just a few quick steps and she was right up in Minato’s face.

Minato managed to get her arm up for a guard on reflex—

But she never even noticed the follow-up left hook coming. It landed clean.

“—Ghh! Cough… cough!”

She crumpled to the ground.

Chiaki just stared, almost surprised, glancing down at her own fist.

“Huh? Was my punch really that strong?”

I rushed out of the school building and jogged over to the scene.

The air felt strangely anticlimactic.

“That’s it! Winner—Chiaki Haruna!”

“Takuma-kun? What are you doing here?”

“I saw you two fighting from the window.”

I flashed Chiaki a quick smile, but then remembered my actual priority and hurried over to Minato.

“You okay?”

“…Yeah, somehow. Felt like I got smacked with a hammer, though.”

“Eh? That was just a jab…”

“Chiaki, quiet. You’ll crush her spirit.”

Ignoring the protest, I hoisted the groggy Minato up.

Surprisingly light—especially for someone with such loud energy all the time.

“This is what happens when a weakling picks fights.”

“I… had to protect Takuma-kun…”

“Uh, pretty sure I was the one getting glared at for no reason. If anything, I’m the victim here?”

“Chiaki, quiet. You’ll crush her spirit.”

Once again, I ignored her complaint.

Chiaki puffed out her cheeks, clearly annoyed.

In the world of delinquent manga, Minato was the comic relief.

The light-hearted breather between all the intense fights.

Which is why, despite picking fights all the time, she always lost quickly—

Then made a mess of things and went crying to Chiaki for help, like some pathetic sidekick.

And honestly? I kinda liked that about her.

“So, lesson learned? No more picking fights, okay?”
“I’ll… think about it positively…”
“Yeah, that’s the kind of answer that means you absolutely won’t.”

Well, of course.

Because it’s Minato we’re talking about.

With an awkward air hanging over us, the two of us half-carried her along.

Chiaki wore a kind of… complicated expression.

Even so, she didn’t just walk away—she stayed right there with us.

That soft side of hers hadn’t changed a bit.

Her appearance, though, was completely different now.