Being a Villain and a Tokusatsu Heroine Is a Piece of Cake

After I suddenly transmigrated, I became a high school freshman once again in an ordinary world. In this life, I had a pretty interesting family. My father and older brother often acted chuunibyou, holding monster designs and saying things like, "So cool! This could definitely beat the hero!" My classmates would often ask me about monsters' weaknesses, too.

My father's colleagues and subordinates were all chuunibyou as well. They liked to call me the Many-Faced One, supposedly because I could change sides in a flash, never minded stirring up trouble, and they could never tell whose side I was on.

So I guess everyone around me just never grew out of their childhood...?