Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 33: A Classroom No One Knows About

Chapter 33: A Classroom No One Knows About

The place we were led into was a dim, forgotten classroom.

The curtains were drawn tight, and judging by how empty this hallway felt, whatever went down here would stay completely unnoticed.

At the head of the room sat Uta Tanigawa, lounging in her chair like she owned the place.

One of her underlings leaned in to light her cigarette, and she took a slow drag before exhaling with practiced ease.

“…Glad you could make it.”

“We didn’t come here for fun. You called us, so we showed up.”

From my perspective, this was the same girl I once picked up out of a garbage dump—so watching her puff away like some cool mob boss nearly made me laugh.

I barely managed to choke it back, and thankfully, no one noticed. Hinata and the others carried on like nothing was out of place.

“So? You didn’t drag us here for nothing, did you?”

“Of course not. I’ve got a proposal.”

“Proposal?”

“Yeah… Hinata Takaiwa. Join me. Be my ally.”

Her voice was quiet, but sharp enough to cut glass.

Hinata’s brows shot up, suspicion written all over her face.

“You’re asking me that, knowing full well I’m in a rival faction?”

“Obviously. The Myougi Faction, right? There’s not a single soul at Shibakata High who hasn’t heard that name.”

“Then you already know my answer. Not happening.”

“That quick, huh? I thought you’d at least hesitate.”

“Hah? And why would I?”

Hinata shifted her weight onto her other leg and raked a rough hand through her hair.

Every inch of her body screamed, What kind of crap are you pulling?—with a heavy dose of fury simmering underneath.

It was like heat waves radiated off her back, pure anger rising at the thought that Tanigawa might see her as some mutt wagging its tail for scraps.

But Tanigawa, completely unfazed by Hinata’s glare, took another slow drag of her cigarette.

Her whole vibe said either, You’re not worth my time, or, Even if this turns into a fight, I’ll crush you without breaking a sweat.

For someone like Hinata—who lived and breathed pride and reputation—that smug indifference was unbearable.

She looked ready to explode when Tanigawa finally spoke up.

“I’ve heard things. You admire Akagi-san, don’t you?”

“…Yeah.”

“Then obviously you’re not wagging your tail for someone like Minato Myougi. So I figured you must’ve had at least a few complaints.”

“Oh, wow. You actually said something smart.”

“Smart? Please. I am the very picture of wisdom itself.”

There was no universe where that was true—but Tanigawa looked dead serious, like she genuinely believed it.

My ability to hold back laughter collapsed like a sandcastle at high tide.

And in that thick, smoky room—choked with cigarette haze and the tension of an almost-fight—I just burst out chuckling.

Immediately, Tanigawa’s underlings turned on me, eyes sharp and bristling with hostility.

But Tanigawa—her cheeks faintly pink, maybe remembering our little “garbage dump” encounter a few days back—raised a hand to stop them.

“I’m not so petty that I’d lose my temper over something a guy thinks. Got it? So back off, all of you.”

Even if her brain cells weren’t firing on all cylinders, she still had charisma.

That single command carried real weight—the kind you couldn’t brush off.

Her underlings, eyes still brimming with frustration, reluctantly stepped back without a word.

Me? I nearly sighed out loud in relief.

If those girls had actually gone for me, I wouldn’t have lasted a second—I’ve never even been in a proper fight.

It wasn’t like I’d meant to provoke anyone anyway.

That laugh had just slipped out on its own. Call it a reflex—like sneezing.

With the tension easing, Hinata shoved both hands into her skirt pockets and turned on her heel.

“That all you had to say? Then we’re outta here.”

“Don’t be so hasty. I’ve still got something important left.”

“What now?”

“You’ve lived long enough to know what happens to a delinquent who refuses a faction’s offer, haven’t you?”

“Oh, please. What, you gonna sic your lackeys on me for a group beatdown? You act all cool and fearless, but in the end, you’re just a chicken.”

Hinata spat the words over her shoulder, her head tilted just enough to shoot a glare.

But Tanigawa didn’t so much as twitch. She stayed planted in her chair, lips curving into a sly grin.

“Don’t insult me like that. To lynch you like that? If I needed them to deal with someone like you, I wouldn’t deserve to walk under the sun with my head held high.”

“You—! Like you’ve ever lived a life worth being proud of under the damn sun.”

Hinata took the bait from Tanigawa’s blatant provocation.

In one smooth motion, she yanked her hands out of her pockets, planted her feet shoulder-width apart, and slid into a fighting stance.

Tanigawa, faced with that direct hostility, didn’t so much as blink.

No fear, no tension—just the corners of her mouth curling into a smug little grin.

“You know why all the desks and chairs in this classroom are shoved to the back?”

“…Because you planned on fighting from the start?”

“Yeah. I knew you’d turn me down in the end.”

“Guess you do know me. Then you also predicted that if we fought for real, you’d get flattened in seconds, yeah?”

“Ha! Don’t kid yourself. After a complete analysis, I’ve already confirmed my victory. According to my data, the odds of me winning are… ninety-nine percent.”

Data-nerd types usually existed just so their predictions could be proven dead wrong.

But Tanigawa? She was about a hundred billion light-years away from being that kind of character.

Meaning? Nobody could say for sure how this fight would end.

Sure, I had the manga as a loose frame of reference—but with me constantly messing up the script just by existing, it wasn’t reliable.

I couldn’t just switch off my brain and assume I knew the outcome.

The two of them locked eyes at point-blank range, tension so thick it was choking.

I swallowed nervously.

The sound cut through the silence—loud enough to become the perfect signal.

And in that instant, they both lunged.

Shoes scraped hard against the wooden floor, ringing out like the crack of a starting gun.

“DRAAAAAAAH!!”

“DON’T UNDERESTIMATE ME!!”

The dull, meaty crack of fists colliding echoed so loud it felt like it went off right beside my ear.

Even from the sidelines, I could feel the sheer weight behind every single blow.

My face must’ve been ghost-white. I squinted, teeth clenched, forcing myself not to look away.

If I didn’t, my body would’ve instinctively taken a step back.

When a real fight breaks out right in front of you, someone like me—just a coward—only wants to run.

The clash raged on for over five minutes.

Each tick of the clock’s long hand dragged out unbearably slow, the air suffocating with tension.

And then—finally—the end came.

“…Tch.”

“Well, the outcome was obvious from the start.”

Hinata collapsed to the floor, her legs giving out beneath her.

Towering over her, Tanigawa let out a sharp snort through her nose.

That alone was enough to decide it.

“It’s my win.”

Hinata Takaiwa had fallen—defeated by Uta Tanigawa.