How Can a Transmigrated Villainess Make a Name for Herself?

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Imagine the person you like standing right in front of you.

The corners of his lips curl up, his eyelashes are long. Gentle light slips through the gaps between the leaves and spills gold into his clear irises.

That was the most beautiful dream Yamaguchi Nanako had ever had.

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[World 1]

Dazai said he hated me.

He might have said other things, too, but that's the only part I remember.

From the time he was nine until he was fifteen, I spent six whole years dreaming an impossible dream.

It turns out reality really isn't like the movies. No matter how hard a supporting character tries, at most they leave the protagonist with a name that soon fades away.

Dazai told me, “Yamaguchi-san, you can't survive without fighting back.” That's why they called me Little Ripper.

Dazai told me, “Nanako, stand up straight.” That's how I became the boss.

Thinking about it carefully, I only made it this far because Dazai reached out to me out of pity.

My life is filled with the two characters in “Dazai” at every turn.

So what am I now?

In the dimly lit interrogation room, I stand on this side, and Dazai stands on the other.

His figure is almost swallowed by the darkness, yet once again he reaches out to me.

Dazai tells me, “Nanako, it's time to surrender.”

[World 2]

The day Tsuna left for Italy, a heavy snowfall blanketed Namimori.

The boy wrapped a scarf around my neck and said he was going to inherit the Vongola.

I stared into his eyes, fell silent for three seconds, then seriously asked what the Vongola was.

Tsuna smiled and said it was nothing important, just the oil company his dad used to run.

I fell silent again. Under the hateful gazes of a dark row of people beneath the private jet, I punched him without holding back.

The enraged Gokudera looked like he wanted to send me flying.

I'll admit I was a little scared, but I was clearly the one in the right.

So after a moment's hesitation, I stuck my chest out again, full of righteous indignation.

“Liar,” I scolded Tsuna. “I don't want to be your very best friend anymore.”

Tsuna didn't fight back.

He tied the scarf around my neck and carefully buttoned up my coat.

Tsuna took my hand.

He calmly said it was all right.

As long as he and I were the very best of friends, nothing else mattered.

*I just want to bring back the classics.

*Cover commissioned for commercial use.

*A writing exercise from five years ago.

[Content warning] This is not a power fantasy. Before transmigrating, the female lead was just an ordinary middle schooler, and she thinks like one too. She's probably a character who grows over time.

Theme: Finding a way forward in despair