The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem.

Help me! Kansai Boy!

Tennouji Daiki’s POV.

I had been browsing the library for a good book, but nothing stood out. So I thought I’d check the study instead… Ah, I also had to buy ingredients for dinner. With that in mind, I left the school gate and walked for a while, when suddenly—

My phone rang.

It was Mio-san.

The moment I saw her name, a horrible premonition ran through me — just like when Shi-chan called earlier.

So I answered immediately.

“Hello, Mio-san?”

On the other side of the line, she wasn’t just sniffling — it sounded like she had cried hard enough to choke on her own sobbing.

Worse than Shi-chan had been.

“Daiki…kun!”

I turned around and started running back the way I came. I asked where she was.

“Mio-san, where are you!? Where should I find you!?”

“Hic… uuh… hick…! Uu…”

She was crying so hard she couldn’t even form words.

What the hell happened? I do remember her looking a little stiff as we parted ways… Damn it. If she was hurting that much… I should’ve stayed by her side!

“Mio-san? Tell me where you are. I’ll come. Just tell me the place.”

“S-sei…zu…shitsu…”

“Seizu…shitsu… the drafting room!? Got it — don’t move from there!”

I kicked off the ground and sprinted like hell. Even Olympic athletes would be impressed by this speed. I zigzagged through the crowds of students heading home.

“I’m in the shoe lockers area! I’m back at school already! I’m coming!”

Three stairs at a time — I dashed for the drafting room.

Turned the corner—

There she was.

Collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Mio-san!!!”

She looked up — a face crumpled with tears, completely undone. What kind of monster did this to her?

Who…

Who made Mio-san cry like this?

“Mio-san! I’m here! You’re safe now!”

“Daiki-kuuuuun!! Uwaaaaaaaah!!!”

She threw herself into my arms, burying her face in my chest and crying with all her might. Maybe she felt relieved… I embraced her and gently stroked her head to calm her.

Then my eyes caught the trash can.

Inside was a large amount of rice.
Rolled omelette.
Salted salmon.
Kinpira gobo… spinach ohitashi…

A bento.

A whole untouched bento.

And Mio-san crying like the world ended.

“…He threw your bento away… without eating…?”

“Aaaaaaaaah!!!”

She nodded through her sobs.

Blood surged up my head like molten magma.

Imamiya… that damned idiot…

He crossed a line NO ONE should ever cross.

If I found him now, I’d dropkick him through the gym wall—

But not now. Right now, only Mio-san mattered.

“Mio-san… staying here will only hurt you more. Let’s go home. I’ll take you. Can you stand…? It’s okay. I’m here. Let’s go home, alright?”

She nodded weakly and managed to get up. I supported her shoulders as she wobbled forward.

It was painful to make her walk in this state, but letting her stay near that trash bin would only break her more.

“It’s okay. Once you get home, you can rest. Everything’s gonna be okay. I swear.”

I wasn’t even sure what was okay — but I hoped my voice could give her even a little relief.

Curious students stared as we passed — but one glare from me and they scattered.

Rumors might spread again — but I couldn’t care less.

It took a long time to get there. She’d suddenly stop walking and start crying again — and I’d have to hold her until she could move.

We finally arrived at her home. She couldn’t even open her own door… So I pressed the intercom, praying someone was there.

A moment later — a stunning woman who looked exactly like Mio-san appeared.

Her mother…?

“Yes, who is it?”

“My name is Tennouji Daiki. Nice to meet you.”

“Tennouji-kun? Oh! Tennouji-kun! What brings you— Mio? Mio!? What happened!? Mio!!”

“Okaaaasaaaan!!!”

She clung to her mother and cried again.

…Her mother!?
No way!? She looks like her older sister— or twin! Wait— stop, focus!!! Not the time for that kind of thought!

“Mio? What really happened…?”

“If it’s alright with you, I can explain briefly…”

“Tennouji-kun… yes. Please. Come inside.”

“Thank you. Excuse me.”

***

We sat across from her mother on the sofa. Mio-san sat beside me, crying into my sleeve — extremely awkward, but her mother told me to lend her my chest.

…What kind of parent says that so casually… Well— fine. Explanation time.

I told her everything. How she had been crying hard already when she called. How she couldn’t stand when I arrived. How the bento she made for Imamiya was thrown away without a bite. And I showed the picture as proof.

At that moment—

“…Oh my.”

My spine froze.

Her expression went blank like a noh mask… and yet terrifying wrath seeped out.

Pure killing intent.

“I see… thank you, Tennouji-kun. For helping her. For comforting her.”

“N-no, please don’t mention it…”

“Fufu… you’re such a kind boy. Mio? You stop making Shun’ya-kun bentos immediately. You owe him nothing after this. I’m furious — but more than that, utterly disgusted. We will be having a talk with Imamiya’s parents. How dare he do this to our daughter.”

Of course she’s angry. If someone treated my daughter like this— I’d want to tear them apart too.

“Daiki…kun… th…thank… you…”

“It’s nothing. I’m just glad I got to you in time…”

Say something smarter, idiot — is what I yelled at myself internally.

“But Daiki-kun came for me… thank you…”

“Y-yeah…”

“Mio, I’ll make your bentos for a while. You can sleep in. You’ve earned that right.”

“But—”

“No buts. Let your mother spoil you sometimes — or I’ll get lonely.”

So she doesn’t rely on them much, huh. She’s strong… but that also means she’s bad at leaning on others.

“Mio-san, we’re still high school students, right? High schoolers should still rely on their parents. Especially after something like this.”

“…Okay…”