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

A Kansai Man Goes to School.

“Damn… Tennouji Daiki, you actually look way more handsome with black hair.”

Yesterday, I dyed my hair black.
Yeah, I’m just a background character—someone who avoids standing out.
Honestly, that flashy blonde had started to look cheap to me.
This way, I can finally live like a normal student.

Oh, it’s almost eight. Well then, let’s get started—my first day of high school in over ten years!

Even though there’s no one to hear it, I still said, “I’m heading out,” and stepped out of the house.

“Sleep at twelve… wake up at seven… eat breakfast, take a shower… and still have time to walk to school? Man, this is the life.”

In my previous world, that was impossible. I’d always come home on the last train, eat dinner, take a shower, and collapse into bed around two.

Then I’d wake up at four to catch the first train, doze for thirty minutes on the ride, and repeat it every day.
Yeah, no wonder I died.

And today? It’s just the opening ceremony.
That means I’ll be home by eleven at the latest. The rest of the day’s free.
A blessing straight from the gods.
Starting tomorrow, classes go back to six periods, but still—if I leave now and get to class by 8:15, it’s basically like clocking in for work.

Even with the worst-case scenario, I’m home by four.
This… this is what you call a white company life.
Man, I can’t thank whoever reincarnated me enough.

Ah, there it is—Sumizome Academy.
The place where Imamiya and his three heroines experience their bittersweet youth…

At least, that’s how it went in the game.

Play up to that point, save, and you get your happy ending. When your mental state’s shot, you stop there. When it’s good, you keep playing. Heh… I guess I hit rock bottom.

Oh, someone’s standing at the school gate.

Wait—isn’t that Kaminari-sensei?! Well, his real name’s Kaminari (神成, Kannari), but he’s the disciplinary teacher— and when he gets mad, he’s literally like a thunder god.

That’s how he got the nickname “Kaminari-sensei.”

He’s also Tennouji Daiki’s natural enemy. In the game, he always caught Daiki hitting on the heroines and screamed his lungs out at him.

Even before reincarnation, I remember getting scolded nonstop for my dyed hair and bad behavior. So yeah, he’s not exactly someone I wanted to run into…

But whatever. I’ve got nothing to hide anymore.

“Good morning, sensei.”

“O-oh, g-good morning… Tennouji…”

“T-Tennouji!?”

“Good morning, Kaminari-sensei.”

“Wh… what happened to your hair…?”

“Well, you see, sir, I did some reflecting over the summer. I realized I needed to start over. The blonde hair didn’t feel right anymore, so I dyed it black to change myself. From this semester onward, I’ll attend every class and take part in school events. So please, guide me as you always have!”

There. No way he won’t be convinced after that speech. Huh? He’s… trembling? Oh no. Did I step on a landmine or something?

Suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders—tears streaming down his face.

“Wha—!?”

“Uwoooohhh, Daikiii!!! You… you actually said that!! I believe you!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!! Well said!! WELL SAID, TENNOUJIII!! UOOOOOOOH!!!”

What the—he’s sobbing?! Well… I guess it makes sense. For the past year and a half, no matter how much he lectured me, I’d just snap back with “Shut up, baldy!” or “Like hell I’ll listen to you!”

The old Daiki rebelled harder the more he was scolded— piercings, dye jobs, fights… the whole delinquent package. I really put that man through hell.

“Sensei, seriously—students are watching! Stop crying already!!”

But no, the waterworks didn’t stop.

***

“…Man, what a start to the day.”

I’d left early, yet thanks to Kaminari-sensei’s crying fit, I still ended up late. I swear, I can’t let that happen again.

Finally, I arrived at Class 2-C. Alright. Let’s begin my brand-new student life.

I slid open the door.

“Morning, everyone!”

The entire room froze. What the—why?! Greeting people is basic etiquette, isn’t it?

Then again… they all glanced at me for a split second and looked away.

Right. Of course.

After all, I’m Tennouji Daiki—the school’s most notorious delinquent.

His reputation isn’t just limited to this academy; it’s spread to nearby schools, too. Apparently, even middle schoolers whisper about him. I didn’t know all the details, but the old Daiki had done his research. By now, the rumors have mutated beyond recognition:

“He’s insanely strong—once knocked out a guy from a boxing gym with a single punch.”
(That one’s true. The guy was absurdly strong.)

“He hits on middle school girls. Caused a whole school to start walking home in groups.” (That one’s… yeah, no. Not his type.)

“He’s backed by the yakuza. Cross him and you’ll end up as fish food in Tokyo Bay.” (Total lie—probably something he spread himself.)

“He’s trafficking girls—kidnapping students and selling them overseas.” (What the actual hell.)

And those are just the mild ones. Trying to clean up all that gossip would be impossible.

Still, as long as I lay low, the noise will fade on its own. The real issue is rebuilding my image inside the school.

How the hell am I supposed to do that?

No choice but to believe that if I act properly, they’ll see I’ve changed. If not, my “escape loneliness” plan is doomed before it even starts.

Anyway… let’s just sit down and read a novel until the opening ceremony begins.

“…Tennouji-kun?”

A girl’s voice called my name. I looked up—and froze.

Standing there was a stunning beauty with silky black hair, looking right at me.

“Yes? You called me? Uh…”

Wait… who is she? I don’t recognize her at all. Then again, I barely know my classmates’ names yet.

Think, Daiki. Think! Man, even the background characters here are way too good-looking. Back in my old world, a girl like her would’ve been the school idol—hell, maybe even a model. Now that I look around, the guys and girls here all have stupidly high face stats. I may be handsome myself, sure, but compared to this top-tier lineup— especially those three god-tier heroines like Natsume Shina I met the other day— this world is terrifyingly beautiful.

“Sorry… who are you again?”

“Eh?”

Uh-oh. I’ve done it. I seriously don’t know who she is. Her face seems familiar, but… damn it, I can’t place it. Does anyone have a class roster? No? Great.

“…Buuuuu!”

“Eh?!”

Crap. She’s puffing her cheeks in anger—and even that looks adorable! But I still have no clue who she is! What do I do?!

“What’s going on here?”

“Whoa—!”

That cold, piercing stare… the kind that looks at you like you’re garbage…
That’s the bookish ice queen herself—Fuyuki Rinko!
Seeing her in person—she’s gorgeous. Breathtaking, even.
And this black-haired girl isn’t far behind her, either.

“Rin-chan! Tennouji-kun doesn’t even remember who I am!”

“…Well, I suppose that’s not surprising. Everyone still associates you with your blonde hair, Shina.”

Wait—did she just say Shina? Hold on. No way.

“Uh… Natsume-san… right?”

“Buuuuu! That’s right!! Tennouji-kun, you’re awful!!”

“Wha—WHAT?!”

Natsume Shina… with black hair. Something that never once appeared in the game.