My na is Hikigaya Hachiman. I am a lone wolf, and also a transmigrator—or to be precise, I am Hikigaya Hachiman from another parallel world line.
Originally, he was supposed to be attending Chiba Sobu High School. On the first day of high school, he was in a car accident. His class included the clique of Hayama Hayato and Miura Yumiko, while his only two friends were Totsuka Saika and Zaimokuza Yoshiteru. Then, in his second year, he was forcibly dragged by his violent female teacher, Hiratsuka Shizuka, into a strange place called the "Service Club." From there, Hikigaya's high school life embarked on an unpredictable path.
However, due to Hikigaya's own actions, the relationships within the Service Club fractured, even falling apart entirely.
Pretending to confess to Ebina in order to maintain the balance within the popular clique, helping Isshiki Iroha beco the student council president—he had clearly solved the problems and ensured that no one got hurt. But why did things turn out this way?
He only wished for a world where no one got hurt, so why did it end up like this?
"You only understand the logic behind words, but you fail to grasp the emotions contained within them. Hikigaya, you believe too much in absolute rationality, which is why you can never truly understand the way others act. You ignore other people's emotions, only acting for the result. The final outco may be correct, but do you really understand the emotions within it?"
That night, as snowflakes fell over the bridge, Hiratsuka Shizuka woke him from his confusion with those words. Hikigaya finally realized and reflected on his own problems, preparing to open his heart to the Service Club the next day.
"If only I could redo everything."
A shooting star unexpectedly streaked across the night sky. Hikigaya halted in place, murmuring to himself.
Then, the next morning, Hikigaya woke up in horror to find that everything around him had changed!
His body and age had regressed. He had turned into a first-year High school student at Chiba Sobu High School. At the sa ti, his interpersonal relationships had been "reset."
There was no incident with Yukinoshita's car.
In fact he discovered there were many abnormalities, it wasn't only ti travel he experienced but he transmigrated in a parallel word.
Many historical and modern happening were changed, and in fat there were also difference in dia.
His body changed as well, he was definitely more muscular here than before!
He was a proud mber of the Go Ho Club, how can he be so athletic?
Is this the mytical Isekai? Let's hope it's not a light novel written by Zaimokuza.
While his school relationships had undergone drastic changes, his family dynamic remained the sa. He was still at the bottom of the hierarchy, and Komachi was still his adorable little sister.
Just like in those cliché light novel settings, it felt as though he had traveled back in ti via a ti machine, but the "past" had been overwritten by another world line!
Hikigaya tried every thod he could think of—even going to shrines and temples to "pray"—but to no avail. He couldn't find a single clue to "returning" to his original world.
In the end, he accepted that there was nothing he could do, after all there was no such thing as magic or psychic power….Right?
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His fresh and rosy (well, maybe not so fresh and definitely not rosy) mories as the new Hikigaya end here, because at this mont, he wasn't sitting at ho reminiscing about his not-so-short but also not-so-long isekai journey.
He was in the teacher's office.
Just like in his original world, a powerful iron fist made him very obediently, and very much in accordance with the laws of physics, bend over.
Who would've thought such miraculous strength was hidden in that seemingly frail body of hers? The force of the punch was just right—it made you want to faint, but not quite, and that kind of precision must've taken at least decades (thirty years maybe?) of practice.
Thinking this, he couldn't help but smile. Unfortunately, under the current circumstances, his smile looked quite eerie, easily making one imagine sothing... undesirable.
"I say, Hikigaya, do you have so kind of... interest in that direction?" Standing in front of him was a beautiful female teacher—visually flawless to any man. She retracted her seemingly harmless, slender arm with a blank expression. "You really are a troubleso brat. Drop this kind of bad interest imdiately."
Looks like even in another world this scene was still unavoidable. And what was more baffling was, even though he hadn't done the kind of so-called "rotten" behavior from before, he still had to regularly suffer this strange punishnt.
The legendary "correction force" is terrifying! But also boring—it's correcting such trivial things...
Clearly got nothing better to do—no wonder she's destined to never get married!
Wait, was there sothing wrong with what he just thought?
"You brat, what the hell is this crap you wrote?"
The beautiful teacher waved the paper in her hand. Her lovely face looked slightly twisted.
Hikigaya couldn't understand. He was a perfectly normal person—he definitely didn't write anything weird. Or maybe this was a so-called cultural gap?
Seems like even when there's no language barrier, effective communication between different worlds is still harder than he imagined—this shows that the gods really didn't need to destroy the Tower of Babel back in the day.
No wait, the real issue isn't here—wasn't this woman a japanese teacher? Why the hell does sothing ant for the history teacher end up in her hands?
As he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed the woman's fingers were making ominous noises.
The human body is honest—it always rembers the most terrifying things and reacts faster than the brain. Before he realized it, his body had already taken a submissive pose instinctively.
Tch... what a pitifully conditioned body...
But at least he knew this woman, despite looking fierce, was actually quite gentle. Her unique brand of violence was directed solely at Hikigaya Hachiman. Though he wasn't particularly fond of this way of expressing affection, it didn't seem like he had any other choice but to obediently accept her goodwill.
"Getting you to join the Service Club apparently hasn't worked at all." The beautiful teacher's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, as if she saw sothing in Hikigaya's expression.
"That's not true." Hikigaya quickly corrected his expression and started explaining. "Besides, that place doesn't really suit . I'm perfectly normal—I don't need that kind of help."
Yeah, the shaful club na was one thing, but more importantly, he didn't want to go to the Service Club of this world. So he simply didn't go—why bother making himself suffer?
Besides, Hikigaya felt that compared to his original world, his own situation was much better. He could get along with others just fine. There was really no need to force himself to change his social behavior imdiately. After all, this version of him was still a High schooler—what's the rush?
"Sensei, you must think the sa too, right? Compared to before, I'm doing a lot better now, aren't I?"
Hikigaya looked expectantly at the female teacher with furrowed brows.
A beauty is a beauty—even frowning, she was beautiful. As long as she just sat there quietly and didn't speak, that is.
"Hmm... if you hadn't written this crap, I would've thought so."
The female teacher—or rather, it would be disrespectful to keep calling her that—Hiratsuka Shizuka replied with a reluctant expression.
This was very disappointing for Hikigaya. He had simply followed her previous instructions and gave an absolutely objective evaluation of a segnt of modern Japanese history, with no emotional bias at all.
He was quite confident in this assignnt.
Those guys who spent all day thinking about romance—there's no way they could've written sothing as deep as his work!
"Take it back and rewrite it." Looking at the smug Hikigaya, Hiratsuka Shizuka took a deep breath and firmly made her decision.
"Huh?" Hikigaya frowned. Honestly speaking, due to the difference in attractiveness, his frown wasn't particularly pleasant. "But I worked really hard on that last night."
Knowing that she was a good person, he had so hope for negotiation.
Even though that hope was completely unnecessary.
"Hey, Hikigaya, tell ... between you and , who do you think had a harder ti last night?"
"Please don't say things that can be misunderstood. Sensei, you're still a beautiful young woman in her pri."
"Cut the crap! Go rewrite it!"
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