Mob Character Reincarnation Loner: As a Result of Supporting the Heroine Who Had Been Rejected, I Ended up Being the Recipient of Her Heavy Emotions…
It’s been half a month since Nanase Hiyori been rejected
Since then, we’ve been in a relationship that’s more than acquaintances but less than friends.
When we’re in class, she often talks to me, but she has her own group of friends, so we’re not always together.
Most of our communication is through phone calls.
On weekday nights, or occasionally on weekends, she calls me, and I listen to her complaints and worries, repeating the process of providing emotional support after her breakup…
And now.
“…Alright! Bun kun! I’m going now!”
“Okay. Have a good day.”
During lunch break, I was seeing Nanase off behind the school building.
In the courtyard beyond the school building, the protagonist Tenma and the main heroine Ichika were eating lunch together on a bench.
Last night, during our call, she asked me to accompany her until the last moment. Perhaps she to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn’t run away.
Even though she was rejected by Kamito, maybe Nanase is trying to move on in her own way.
It seems like her efforts over the past two weeks have paid off, and I’m a little happy about that.
“…Ah.”
Nanase stopped in her tracks and turned toward me.
“…Ugh, ugh…”
Hey, hey, she came back with tears in her eyes.
“Is something wrong?”
“They were eating lunch together…”
Oh no… What bad timing…
Fortunately, they didn’t seem to notice, so if I try again, it should be fine…
“Maybe… those two are dating?”
“No… it’s not decided yet… It’s normal for friends to be that close.”
“…Is that so?”
“…Yes!”
I don’t know.
“Wait a minute… Do I have to be the one to break the ice? That’s really tough!”
“…Well, haven’t you gotten over it?”
“What? I haven’t gotten over it at all! I’m still hung up on it!”
“Oh…”
“Even so… if I don’t try my best here and now… I feel like I won’t be able to interact with the two of them anymore… and I don’t want that… I want to be able to talk to Tenma like I used to.”
“…”
Should she continue to interact with Tenma? Or should she cut off all ties with him?
In the original story, Nanase Hiyori chose the latter.
I don’t think that was the wrong choice.
However, the Nanase in front of me is choosing the former.
Then, my role is to support her with all my strength.
“…I understand. Just wait a moment.”
To be honest, I really didn’t want to use this method, but… there’s no choice.
The paper bag I had prepared just in case.
Inside were a long-haired wig, a spare skirt and ribbon for Nanase, and black tights.
My secret plan was to dress up as a woman and intervene in the lunch between the protagonist and the heroine alongside Nanase.
If Nanase and I were to appear before them as we are, we would definitely be misunderstood.
That’s why the cross-dressing is necessary.
I enter an empty classroom nearby and take out the skirt.
…I put on the skirt of my favorite heroine.
“……………….”
I’ve completely crossed the line, but there’s no helping it. No, maybe it’s a little…
I have to go with the flow. Otherwise, I’ll lose my cool. If that happens, it’s over.
Just once, just this one time. It’ll be over in about 40 minutes.
I tell myself that as I put on the skirt, take off my pants, put on black tights, and put on a wig.
It only takes 30 seconds.
…What am I doing? I’m just a pervert.
I shake off those thoughts and go to Nanase.
“Ah, Bun kun. What were you doing… Eeeeeeeee!”
It’s no wonder Nanase was surprised… I was surprised too… Why am I doing this?
“Um… that’s my spare skirt…”
“It’s okay, I’m wearing tights.”
“No, that’s not the issue…”
“Come on, let’s go! Follow me, Nanase-chan!”
“Wait a minute. Irie-kun. Are you seriously going to speak in that voice using girls voice?”
“It’s okay. Right now, I’m playing the role of a shy, pure girl who’s bad at talking to people, so all conversations will be done via text on my smartphone.”
“The setting is way too elaborate…”
While dragging Nanase’s hand, I headed toward the courtyard.
Earlier, Nanase had called me Irie-kun instead of Bun-kun, and I felt a pang of sadness, but that doesn’t matter now. Well, maybe it does matter, but…
In the courtyard, Tenma and Ichika were sitting on a bench, eating lunch together.
They immediately noticed us and looked surprised.
“Hey, Hiyori?”
“Hiyori-chan?”
“Ah, ahaha… It’s been a while, everyone! What a coincidence to see you here!”
Nanase waved her hands nervously.
“Hiyori… Who is that girl?”
“Ah, um, this is my classmate… Irie Fumika-chan! She’s a shy and pure girl who has trouble talking to people.”
Nanase nervously introduced Fumika (me).
“Um, well… We were looking for a place to eat together. Would it be okay if we joined you? I’d like you to get along with Fumika-chan if possible.”
“Of course! If Fumika-san is okay with it. What about Ichika?”
“I’m the same as Tenma-kun. Fumika-chan, please come this way.”
She beckoned us over with a dazzling smile and an angelic grin. They’re being so welcoming. This light-attribute protagonist and heroine.
For some reason, Ichika is staring at me intently.
“……………….”
“Hana-chan? What’s wrong? Why are you staring at Fumika-chan?”
“Huh? Oh, no… I just feel like I’ve seen Fumika-san somewhere recently.”
Wait, could it be… she noticed?
“Oh, maybe it was in the hallway or something… we might have passed each other…”
Nanase said this in a flustered manner, and Ichika nodded in agreement.
Oh, that was close. Good job, Nanase.
I composed myself and sat down across from the two of them. Then I tapped my smartphone screen vigorously and showed them the screen.
[I’m extremely socially awkward, so I communicate through text like this.]
“Right! So, when you’re talking to Fumika-chan, please be patient.”
[I’m sorry. I’m weird, aren’t I…]
“Not at all. Fumika-chan is just expressing her feelings through text instead of words. There’s nothing strange about that.”
Ichika-san gave me a smile like an angel.
No way. I might be falling for her.
She’s such a good girl… but I already knew that, right? It’s just that I was reminded of it again…
I couldn’t help but blush and look away, and then Nanase kicked my shoe.
At that moment, I received a message from Nanase.
[Don’t get all mushy over Hana-chan~ o(｀ω´ )o]
…Yes, I’m sorry.