Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 09: Well, I Kinda Saw This Coming

Chapter 09: Well, I Kinda Saw This Coming

Minato had called me out, and now I was standing in front of a certain house.

The nameplate read Myougi.

Nothing about it screamed “delinquent household.” Just your average, everyday home.

“Yo, thanks for waiting.”

She popped her head out from the garage, flashing that wide, carefree grin of hers.

I tilted my head and asked,

“So… what’s this ‘something cool’ you wanted to show me?”

“Heheheh… the something cool.”

She beckoned me over.

Even though it was still daytime, the garage lights were off, leaving the inside dim.

Blending into the shadows, Minato puffed out her chest.

“Tadaaa! Pretty sweet, right!?”

“…Whoa, a bike?”

“Hell yeah, it’s awesome!!”

Parked there was a sleek black motorcycle.

Its white logo decal gleamed under the faint light, standing out all the more in the darkness.

Minato watched me expectantly, her smug gaze practically screaming praise me already.

I raised both hands in surrender.

“A Zephyr?”

“Damn straight!”

“Wasn’t that expensive, though? I mean, for a student…”

“Ah—well, it’s not actually mine. It’s my sis’s.”

“You’ve got an older sister?”

“Yeah. She’s a real piece of work, though.”

She let out a dismissive “hmph,” scrunching her nose.

But in her eyes, there was a softer light.

No matter what she said, the affection there was obvious.

“Takuma-kun.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I’m sure you figured it out the second I showed you this thing, but the reason I called you here today is… that’s right! Wanna go for a ride!?”

A sharp breeze swept through the garage.

“Sure. Honestly, I was about to ask you myself.”

“Alright! Then hop on my back!”

“Oho, such a passionate love call…”

“N-Not like that! I meant the seat in the back!!”

I tossed the joke out without thinking, but to my surprise her cheeks actually turned red.

She flailed in a panic, smacking the seat—lightly, of course.

When I quietly climbed on, I caught sight of her ears poking through her brown hair.

They were glowing red, like they might burst into flames at any second.

“By the way, just checking…”

“Yeah?”

“You do have a license, right?”

“…Let’s gooo!! Full throttle!!”

“…Kinda wishing I’d written a will.”

The engine roared from deep within, rattling my bones, and the bike shot out of the garage—!

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With her blood pounding in her ears, Minato Myougi gripped the handlebars tight.

At first she hadn’t planned on wearing the helmet, but now she was glad she had.

If she hadn’t put it on after Takuma Takamure told her, “Wear it—your hair’ll sting in the wind, and besides, I’ll worry otherwise,”

…then he would’ve seen her ears blazing bright red.

―This guy’s… way too close!!

All of Minato’s nerves zeroed in on her back.

His arms were loosely wrapped around her waist, and she could faintly feel the press of his body against hers.

It even felt like she could hear his heartbeat pulsing through.

“The wind feels nice, huh?”

“Right?! That’s exactly why I love riding!”

On the surface, Minato kept her usual carefree tone.

But inside, she was praying her voice wasn’t shaking from nerves.

Of course, she’d been looking forward to this.

A bike date with a boy.

Inevitable close contact.

To say she hadn’t been excited would’ve been a lie.

—But still! Wasn’t he holding on way too naturally?!

Takuma, knowing that being timid on a bike was actually more dangerous, had wrapped his arms firmly around her.

Respectfully, of course—it wasn’t like he was squeezing her.

But for her, even that much was a massive deal.

“So, where are we heading?”

“Hmm, didn’t really have a destination in mind. Anywhere you wanna go?”

“Let’s see…”

And that’s when Minato noticed—

Every time they hit a curve, the grip around her waist tightened.

“………………”

“…Hey, are you suddenly taking way more turns than usual?”

“Totally your imagination.”

“…Really?”

Behind the helmet, her face was deadpan.

Meanwhile, Takuma tilted his head, unconvinced.

And just like that, as they cruised along the road, a new sight appeared ahead—

A customized bike, the kind that screamed bosozoku (reckless driving) vibes, blocking their path.

“Minato, maybe ease up on the gas a little?”

“Yeahhh…”

“Wait, are you even listening? Why are you tailgating like crazy?!”

“Yeeaahhh…”

Because of that, Takuma’s words went in one ear and out the other.

And by the time she noticed the customized bike right in front of them, it was already too late.

She slammed the brakes, but the gap had shrunk so much the front tire nearly kissed the license plate.

Clink—

A tiny sound rang out as the rubber barely tapped against it.

“The hell kinda half-ass driving is that?!”

“Eeeeek!?”

“Where the hell you from, huh?! Speak up!!”

The bosozoku rider ahead boiled over like a tea kettle, whipping her head around to glare straight through her visor.

And surprisingly—her eyes were actually beautiful.

“Ah… ah… ah…”

Not that it mattered to Minato.

She was about two seconds from passing out.

And if she blacked out while Takuma was still clinging to her back?

Yeah, the carnage practically wrote itself.

Panicking, Takuma smacked the back of her head.

“Don’t you dare pass out—we’ll die!!”

“…Hah!”

Snapping back to reality, Minato twisted the throttle hard.

It was pure reflex.

The bike lurched forward with a sudden burst of speed—launching Takuma completely off balance.

“Hey, Minato!!”

“What is it, Takuma-kun?”

“Because of that dumb stunt when you bolted, they’re chasing us from behind now!!”

“From… behind?”

Minato flicked her eyes to the mirror.

And there it was—those same glaring eyes, locked on hers through the reflection.

The rider she’d bumped into earlier.

“Pyeeeeeeeh!?”

“You think you can crash into me and then run off without apologizing?!”

“S-Sorrrrrry!!!”

Her pathetic wail echoed out into the night.

Naturally, that wasn’t nearly enough to cool the other rider’s temper.

And so, this suddenly sparked motorcycle chase… would drag on for quite a while.