I woke up in the body of Hayato Kurosaki, a delinquent with bleached hair in Neon City.
I holed up in an internet cafe and spent three days searching. The more I looked, the more hopeless I felt.
History had gone off course. The companies I knew didn't exist, and even the results of sporting events were different.
Every easy path to getting rich that transmigrators could take was blocked off.
Hayato Kurosaki slumped in his chair, staring at the computer screen and questioning his life.
Then the door to the booth opened.
The top student in his grade, a working high school actress, and the school's acknowledged beauty, Kanon Shiraishi, stood in the doorway.
She took a deep breath and delivered the line she'd rehearsed countless times:
"I've liked you for a long time. Please go out with me."
The moment she finished, a System notification appeared before his eyes.
[Fateful turning point triggered: Kanon Shiraishi's confession]
[She needs a “boyfriend” who can make her harasser think twice. You are the most suitable tool for the job in the whole school.]
So it was a fake confession.
Hayato Kurosaki leaned back in his chair and looked at the girl who thought she'd planned everything perfectly. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Sorry. You're not my type."
