Chapter 2: A Rom-Com?

Previously, on My Bizarre Reincarnation:

I got gender-swapped and reincarnated into a rom-com world. The end...

Huh? You want more? Tough luck—that’s literally all there is to say. What’s with the way I’m talking? Blame my parents’ weird tastes…

Oh, right. Almost forgot one tiny detail—

"What’re we playing, what’re we playing!?"

"Chill. Obviously, it’s Smash Bros. on the Wii U!"

"YEAH!"

Let me break down exactly what just happened. I thought becoming the protagonist’s childhood friend would be a slow burn, but nope—we’re already thick as thieves.

Confused? Yeah, me too. Forget causality or fate—this is just the terrifying power of reincarnation tropes at work.

"Bzzzt—GAME!"

"Told ya this character’s broken!"

"Bzzzt—PING! Too sweet! It’s the era of combo kings now!"

That said, both Yuuki and I are Smash noobs. We’ve barely grasped the glory of A-button spam, so our matches are… tragic.

"Gotcha! Side smash!"

"NOOOO!!! CHEATER!"

"Heh. Time for a nap~?"

"STOP! DON’T GET CLOSE—!"

"SINCE WHEN DID YOU LEARN THAT!?"

The match inched closer to my inevitable victory. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?

"Fine… TAKE THIS!"

"WAH!? Taunt!? …Phew, what was that for!?"

"Hah! Gotcha, sucker!"

"A gentleman doesn’t raise his hand against a lady!"

"I know ‘lady,’ but what’s ‘gentleman’!?"

"A cool dude, obviously!"

And so, we started full-on wrestling on the bed (no deeper meaning here, folks) was apparently too much for—or rather, too loud for—someone’s patience.

"Keep it down!" echoed from downstairs. Ignoring it, we kept going—until footsteps approached—

"Tch—! You—!"

"GYAH!?"

Click!

—and the door swung open.

“You two—oh wow…”

“What do you mean ‘oh wow’!?”

The scene that greeted her? Me, straddling Yuuki’s waist, mid-pin attempt. Wait. Straddling. Yuuki’s. Waist.

…Oh.

"Ahem. Shouldn’t you… save that for when you’re older?"

"MOM! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE IMPLYING, BUT YOU’RE WAY OFF!!"

"I brought ice cream, but it seems I’m interrupting~"

"Huh!? Ice cream!?"

"Oh? Is that more important, Yuuki-kun?"

Damn it, Mom! (I didn’t actually say that—praise me for my restraint! Go on, praise me!)

"Might as well snap a pic! Click!"

And there it is—the birth of a future blackmail asset. How tragic.

"Hehe, I can’t wait to see how you two grow up~"

This woman is absolutely saving this for later.

"Towa! Off me already! The ice cream’s melting!"

"…Right."

We never did recover that photo. The real suffering would come in high school…