Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 0.3: …What a Guy

Chapter 0.3: …What a Guy

Shibakata Private High School.

One of the most notorious yankee schools in the area.

Standing before its front gates, a girl smirked to herself.

—This is it. The start of my path to domination.

Her freshly dyed light-brown hair—done just for her high school debut—fluttered in the breeze.

Minato Myougi, fifteen years old, spring in full bloom.

“…This ain’t quite what I pictured…”

Minato’s shoulders shrank a little.

She’d strutted into the entrance ceremony full of confidence… only to realize she was surrounded by nothing but hardened delinquents.

Still, she’d been putting on the act of a true Yamato Nadeshiko—or, in this world’s terms, a Masurao (battle-hardened badass)—ever since middle school.

Yeah, she was secretly a bit of a chicken…

But back then, she’d been untouchable.

All the girls around her were meek and soft, and she’d ended up being the “face” of her school.

So of course she thought she could handle Shibakata High just fine.

—Might’ve been… a huge mistake.

Minato sighed.

An entrance ceremony was supposed to have this solemn, dignified air to it, right?

Instead, the place was filled with cigarette smoke.

The teachers didn’t even try to stop it.

Students ignored the principal’s speech, chatting away…

Some even started fights right there in the hall.

Minato’s shoulders hunched even more.

Maybe she’d gotten ahead of herself.

Maybe she’d actually believed she could rise to the top of the yankee food chain.

A dream way too big for her to chew.

Sniffling sadly, Minato endured her very first Shibakata entrance ceremony…

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Using the printout posted in the hall, Minato managed to track down her classroom.

She peeked inside to scope the place out.

“GYAHAHAHA! So then—”

“No way? Let’s just kill the bastard—”

“Yesterday I took my bro’s bike for a spin—”

“…Wow.”

Minato tilted her head back toward the ceiling.

Cigarette stains marked the tiles above.

She looked back down.

She’d figured the chaos during the entrance ceremony was just everyone being hyped up…

But nope—back in the classroom, they were still full-on delinquents.

As a self-styled fashion yankee, Minato didn’t want to admit it, but… these were the real deal.

Keeping her presence as small as possible, she stepped inside, silently chanting, “Please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me…”

By some miracle, she reached her seat without incident.

With a quiet sigh, she set her bag on the desk.

—Am I really gonna survive here?

The future looked grim.

Just then, a woman who seemed to be the homeroom teacher walked in.

“Yo. Your homeroom teacher, Makoto Ushibuse. Not that you gotta remember—doubt your tiny brains can handle it.”

Like student, like teacher, apparently.

Ushibuse stepped up to the podium and lazily tapped the blackboard.

“Alright, introductions. Go in order from the front.”

She adjusted her glasses with a finger, and each student gave a short, half-hearted name and nothing more.

—Now what do I do…?

Minato thought it over.

Should she say something cool and bold, like a proper yankee girl?

Something like, “I’m here to take the top—nice to meet you.”

…Nope. That was suicide.

She quickly dropped the idea after watching another student who tried that get absolutely mobbed by the others.

“Uh…”

Lost in her thoughts, Minato’s ears picked up an unfamiliar voice.

She glanced toward the speaker—it was a boy.

A rare sight at Shibakata High.

Like most here, he had blond hair and a yankee vibe.

“Takuma Takamure. Nice to meet you.”

His words and tone were unexpectedly calm.

He quietly sat back down.

The contrast between his look and his demeanor caught her interest.

And apparently, she wasn’t the only one—

Every girl in the room had their sharp, hungry eyes fixed on Takuma.

So caught up in watching, Minato didn’t even notice it was her turn.

“…Huh?! Ah—me?”

She scrambled to her feet.

“Minato Myougi! Uh… nice t’meet ya!”

Yep. Total flop.

Later, Minato was walking with her shoulders slumped when a convenience store came into view.

She didn’t really need to buy anything, but her feet carried her toward it anyway.

“Maybe I picked the wrong school…”

She checked the time on her flip phone, grabbing a PET bottle from the shelf.

“Oh, and a pack of Setters.”

“Sure.”

While the cashier rang up her drink, her eyes landed on the cigarettes behind the counter, and she ordered some.

She’d started smoking just for the look of it.

But lately, she’d gotten used to the real thing.

—Not that I actually like it or anything…

She stuffed the pack into her pocket, idly fiddling with it as she turned to head home—

“Hm?”

She heard a voice.

And not just any voice—a familiar one.

Minato frowned and walked toward it.

“Yo, big guy.”

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

“Wanna have a little fun?”

“Uh… I’ll pass, thanks.”

“…Hmm?”

Yeah, that was definitely… Takuma Takamure.

The rare boy from her class.

And from the looks of it, he was getting hassled.

She almost walked right past—Poor guy—but then, like a lightning bolt, it hit her.

Wait… isn’t this… a chance?

An actual chance to score a boyfriend?!

She spun on her heel and strode straight toward the group of four.

Just as the trio of girls reached for him, Minato slipped right in between.

“You okay?”

“Uh… thanks?”

Takuma tilted his head in confusion, but still gave her a polite thank-you.

On the outside, Minato looked calm and collected…

On the inside? Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

—Oh crap! I just picked another fight, didn’t I?!

She was the queen of snap decisions—

Or in other words, a reckless idiot.

The three girls closed in, irritation clear on their faces.

“Don’t get in our way.”

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

“Yeah, butt out, Miss Justice.”

At this point, there was no backing down.

A few seconds after Minato raised her guard—

“What’s with this weakling?!”

“She’s not strong at all!!”

“Come on, fight back a little!”

“Eeeek—s-sorryyy!?”

It was a pitiful sight.

Minato hunched over, taking the kicks without even trying to resist.

As a fashion yankee, Minato Myougi had never actually been in a real fight in her life.

Which explained her endless losing streak.

She’d racked up more defeats than she could count—a total stranger to victory.

“Somebody! Help! Fight over here!”

“Huh?! Damn—let’s go!”

“Shit!!”

“You’ll pay for this!!”

But the moment Takuma shouted, the three girls bolted.

“…Uh, you okay?”

“………………”

Now their roles were completely reversed from a minute ago.

Looking embarrassed, Minato mumbled—

“Ha! They totally got scared of my overwhelming presence and ran for it!”

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

“No, no, it was all thanks to me! You just wouldn’t get it, Takuma-kun!”

“Oh, so you know my name.”

They chatted for a while longer before finally going their separate ways.

“See ya~!”

“Yeah, see you.”

Takuma gave a small, polite wave.

Minato, on the other hand, waved like an overexcited kid.

Once she’d walked far enough that he probably couldn’t see her anymore, she threw a triumphant guts pose.

—This might be it! I might’ve just landed myself a boyfriend!

Apparently, the memory of her pathetic performance had already been scrubbed from her brain.

After basking in her little victory for a moment, she muttered—

“…What a guy.”