The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem. - Chapter 17: The Kansai Boy Analyzes the Protagonist.

The Kansai Boy Analyzes the Protagonist.

Imamiya Toshiya.
It’s only been a little over a month since I started watching him, but… something about him doesn’t sit right. He’s not quite the same as the Imamiya from the original game. Sure, in the game he was kind of unreliable, but he never insulted the heroines. He’d never say something like he didn’t want Akitani-san’s homemade lunch, for instance.

And yet this morning, when he opened his mouth in front of Fuyuki-san — who, by the way, looked absolutely stunning with her new wolf cut and glasses — the entire atmosphere froze over.

Then came the follow-up blow.

“So even Rinko tries to look fashionable, huh? I mean, I could see that from Shina, but you? Really?”

I’ve never once seen the game’s protagonist mock a heroine like that. Never.
He’s supposed to raise their affection, not crush it. It’s basic logic — choose the wrong dialogue options, and you’re on the fast track to the bad ending.

(Though, in Netohaza, the bad ending is the only salvation, so… there’s that.)

But this world’s Imamiya? He’s on another level. It’s not just that he picks the wrong choices — it’s like he’s trying to get hated. Look at them right now. Fuyuki-san’s eyes are frozen solid. Natsume-san’s glaring daggers. Akitani-san looks lost and anxious. And me? I have no idea what to say to break the ice.

“Whether I dress up or not, I don’t see how it concerns you,”

Fuyuki-san’s voice was as cold as frost.

“That’s right — I’m not charming, and I don’t care for fashion anyway, do I?”

“N-No, that’s not what I meant—”

“Then what did you mean by that comment?”

“Ah, um… Oh, Mio! I forgot to do the social studies homework. Mind if I copy yours real quick?”

“Again? Geez, if we get caught, I’ll be the one in trouble too, you know…”

And just like that, he ran away. Typical. Serves him right for saying something stupid.
But seriously — asking Akitani-san to copy homework on top of that? This guy… is this really the same Imamiya Toshiya?

Maybe the reason he’s such a disaster is because there’s no player to guide him here. Without someone choosing his lines, he’s free to self-destruct however he wants.

“Fuyuki-san… don’t mind him, okay? I think you look really cute. Seriously.”

“……Thanks.”

Her expression softened, just a little. That faint change alone made my chest tighten with frustration. All I could offer was a half-hearted reassurance.
Guess I’m no protagonist either.

“Ugh, what a creep.”

That was Natsume-san. Her tone was venomous.
Her affection toward Imamiya?
Not zero — negative.

***

“Alright, next week’s the sports festival,” our homeroom teacher announced. “You’ll need to choose which event you’re entering — volleyball, basketball, or soccer.”

In this academy, the sports festival has its own… peculiar rules — unique to this world. In the original game, the sports events were for boys only. The girls’ role? Cheering them on. Supposedly, the idea was that an all-out cheering squad of girls would supercharge the boys’ motivation.

Yeah. I know. Even a feminist would faint.

They say it gets pretty heated, though. Apparently, last year’s event was wild — Akitani-san and Natsume-san both said so. I mean, if girls that cute were cheering for you, who wouldn’t give it their all?

“Hey hey, Tennouji-kun! Which one are you joining?”

“You didn’t join last year, right?”

“Fuyuki-san, don’t remind me… I slacked off, yeah.”

“Aww, Rin-chan, don’t tease him like that!”

“…Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll make up for it this year. I’m joining basketball.”

Funny how all three heroines are gathered around me.
Isn’t that supposed to be Imamiya’s role?

“Ohh! Basketball!”

“Yeah. I actually lived in the U.S. from grade school to my first year of middle school, so I played there.”

“America? You lived in America, Tennouji-kun?”

“Yup. My parents’ work. I even played street ball with high schoolers and joined a local club team. So yeah — basketball’s my pick.”

“Wow! Then— then you must be fluent in English, right?”

“Not fluent fluent, but… enough to get by.”

“Ooh, then you can teach me! Tennouji-kun, you’re my English tutor now!”

“Shi-chan, that’s your real motive, isn’t it!?”

“Pleeease~! I suck at English!”

“Haha, sure thing.”

Lately, Natsume-san’s been getting way too close. She grabs my arm, links hers with mine, and honestly… she’s soft. Way too soft.

I can feel every shred of my self-control being tested.
Still, I can’t deny it — it makes me happy. And because she’s so openly attached, Akitani-san and even Fuyuki-san naturally end up hovering nearby too.

Meanwhile, Imamiya just sits there, glaring daggers at me between bites of his pride.
Sorry, bro — you did this to yourself.

Natsume literally called you “disgusting” earlier.
Your romance flags are not just broken. They’re vaporized.

So let’s analyze, shall we?
Natsume-san — negative affection.
Akitani-san — still polite, but after the “bento rejection” fiasco, she’s definitely dropped points. Add in the homework-leeching, and she’s probably tired of him.
And Fuyuki-san — after that tactless “fashion” remark? Yeah, you’re done. No saving that route.

Meanwhile… Fuyuki-san with glasses? Absolutely adorable.
Not that Natsume and Akitani aren’t, but… that cool vibe, those red frames — it’s over for me.

Conclusion:
Imamiya Toshiya has a 0% chance of dating any heroine.
Maybe even a negative one.

And me? I was supposed to be the observer, the background friend cheering for the protagonist’s romance arc.
But now? I’m the one surrounded by the heroines.

“Then it’s settled! I’m cheering for Tennouji-kun! I’ll scream my lungs out, so you’d better win!”

“With Natsume-san cheering, I’ll be unstoppable. I’m so happy.”

“Fufu, I’ll come cheer too.”

“Akitani-san too? That’s amazing. With both of you there, I’ll be ten thousand times more motivated!”

“Hmph. I’ll go as well.”

“Then make that a million times.”

“Ehehe~! We’ll be like, ‘Go! Go!’ all the way!”

“Yeah, I’ll… cheer for you too.”

Fuyuki-san twirled a strand of her hair, her cheeks faintly pink as she mumbled it.

“Yo, Tennouji! You’re joining basketball? And you’ve got experience? Hell yeah, we needed that!”

“Ah, Tenma-kun! I’ll be cheering for you too!”

“Akitani! Thanks! That means a lot!”

Tenma Kentarou — the basketball ace.
This academy takes sports seriously, and Tenma’s proof of that. National-level player. A towering 195 cm. The team’s cornerstone.

“Yeah. I’m counting on you, Tenma.”

The moment my name was written under Basketball on the board, I caught Imamiya staring — his eyes sharp, burning with something close to hatred.