Being a man in this world is like being a walking headline. You breathe, and people stare.You yawn, and someone writes an article about it. You trip, and rumors bloom like weeds in the cracks.
That's what happens when ninety five percent of humanity are women, and men became almost an endangered species. Some say the shift came from some catastrophic mutation, others whisper it was divine punishment, whatever the cause, the result was simple: polygamy normalized, society adapted, and men became "rare resources."
Me? I didn't ask for this role. I didn't even belong to this world originally. I was reincarnated here. A second chance, they call it. Only, in this "second life," my existence draws attention I never wanted. Tall, considered handsome, the kind of guy who gets stares even when trying to just… exist.
Today was supposed to be simple: first day of high school. So I left early, an hour before the gates even opened. Fewer people meant fewer eyes.
The streets were quiet until the scream of tires shattered the morning calm.
I looked up.
A girl darted into the road, plain blazer, hair tied carelessly, eyes sharp even in panic. She yanked a small dog, leash taut, from the path of an oncoming car that swerved too late. I recognized the dog first: a fluffy pup, Sable. I'd overheard his name in passing once. The driver's face froze in horror, the car barely slowing.
My body moved before my brain caught up. I lunged forward, shoving the girl just out of the car's path. We tumbled, asphalt scraping through uniforms and skin. The car screeched to a halt, the dog yelped, and silence followed in the way silence always follows catastrophe avoided by inches.
I blinked, heart pounding. She was beneath me, her arms curled protectively around the dog. When her eyes flicked up, their sharpness pierced straight through me. Not just some girl.
"…Hikigaya?" I whispered.
She froze. Then, instead of gratitude, instead of anger, instead of anything I expected...
"...Go out with me."
Her voice trembled, but the words were steel. I hadn't even gotten her off the pavement yet. The dog whimpered, squirming between us.
My mind scrambled. Hikigaya Hachiko. Cynical, sharp-tongued, solitary. A name I knew, but a different face. Because in my old world, Hikigaya was a he. And here, she was a girl. Just like so many other characters I thought I knew, reborn alongside me in this skewed, female-dominated world.
I stared, breath caught between disbelief and the absurd timing of it all. My first day. My first hour. And Hikigaya, of all people, had just been nearly hit by a car, Yukinoshita Yukino's, if the flash of long black hair and pale, horrified face in the driver's seat was any indication.
Before I could process, a car door slammed.
Click, heels struck asphalt.The sound of composure, of someone who believed the world itself should move out of her way.
Long black hair framed a pale, serious face.Sharp eyes narrowed on the scene before her. Yukinoshita Yukino.
In my old world, her name carried weight: aloof, intelligent, ice queen. Here, she was no different, except she was real, walking toward us with the faintest wrinkle in her brow.
"…Are you hurt?" she asked, tone clipped, almost clinical. But I could see the tremor in her hands as she gripped the car door too tightly.
Hikigaya pushed herself up, brushing dirt from her skirt, shielding the dog as though it was a fragile child.
"You should be asking him that," she muttered, jerking her chin toward me.
Yukino's gaze landed on me then, and in an instant, her expression shifted. Surprise. Recognition.Because here, I wasn't just some guy.I was a man.
Her lips parted, as though she meant to say something, but nothing came out. In this world, a single man standing beside two girls on the first day of school was already enough to turn heads. Add a near-accident, and it became gossip fuel for months.
I got to my feet, ignoring the sting of scraped skin."I'm fine," I said, brushing dust from my uniform. "You should be more careful."
The words came out sharper than I intended. Maybe it was nerves. Maybe it was the sheer absurdity that my very first day had already thrown me into a collision between Yukinoshita Yukino and Hikigaya Hachiko, two souls I remembered, one rewritten as a girl in this female-dominated world.
Yukino exhaled softly, steadying herself. "…You have a point. I'll reflect on my carelessness."
She sounded genuine, which somehow startled me more than the car itself.
Meanwhile, Hikigaya still clutched the dog like a lifeline. She glanced between us, lips pursed, then repeated in a smaller but no less serious voice:
"…So? Will you go out with me?"
The question still hung in the air, heavier than the screech of tires. Yukino's brow furrowed faintly, but she stayed silent, as if observing, waiting for my reaction.
Before I could answer, another voice broke through:
"Sable! Oh my gosh, are you okay?!"
A girl in a blazer sprinted toward us, her hair a bright chestnut that caught the morning light, her face flushed with panic. She dropped to her knees, arms outstretched for the trembling pup.
"Yui Yuigahama," I murmured before I could stop myself.
She didn't notice, her eyes were only on her dog, tears brimming as she pressed her cheek to its fur. "I'm so sorry, Sable, I should've held the leash tighter!"
Sable licked her face, and she half-laughed, half-sobbed in relief. Then she finally looked up, realizing the scene she'd stumbled into: me, scratched and scuffed; Hikigaya standing stiff, arms crossed like she didn't care; Yukino poised with her usual icy composure.
"…Uh. Did I, like, interrupt something?" Yui asked carefully, glancing between us.
"Yes," Hikigaya said flatly.
"No," Yukino countered at the exact same moment.
Their voices overlapped, sharp edges clashing. Yui blinked, caught in the crossfire, then turned her wide eyes on me, the only guy in the group. Which meant, of course, the only one who had to explain.
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Your dog nearly got hit. She saved him. I just… helped."
Yui's face crumpled again, this time with gratitude. "Oh my gosh, thank you! Thank you so much! If anything had happened to Sable, I don't know what I'd-" She stopped herself mid-ramble, cheeks going pink as she actually looked at me. "Wait. You're… a first-year too, right? Um… what's your name?"
I hesitated. Not because I didn't have one, but because in that moment, all three pairs of eyes locked onto me. Yukino's cool and assessing, Hikigaya's sharp and challenging, Yui's warm and hopeful.
I was reincarnated here. This was my new life.And on the very first morning, I'd managed to entangle myself with three of the most important girls this world had to offer.
"…I'll tell you on the way to school," I said finally, forcing a crooked smile.
Yui tilted her head, then brightened. "Ah, then let's go together!"
Without hesitation, she looped her arm through mine. casual, natural, but enough to make Hikigaya's eye twitch and Yukino's lips purse.
The four of us started walking, the silence thick with unspoken words. Somewhere behind us, Yukino's car idled forgotten by the curb. Somewhere ahead, the gates of Sobu High waited.
And in between, I was caught. A reincarnated boy in a world of women, already surrounded by the kind of chaos that could only mean one thing: This "second life" wasn't going to let me breathe.
The walk to school was silent, but the tension was deafening.
Yui clung to my arm with a natural ease, her cheerful voice filling the gaps. "Isn't it exciting? First day of high school! I'm kinda nervous, but, like, we'll be fine, right?"
Hikigaya gave a skeptical grunt. Yukino only cast sidelong glances, as though weighing every word I hadn't said.
By the time the school gates came into view, my chest felt tight. It wasn't nerves, it was the awareness of eyes. Too many eyes.
Because in this world, a boy walking between three girls wasn't ordinary. It was spectacle.
Clusters of students already gathered by the gate. Laughter, chatter, camera clicks, girls snapping photos for their feeds. And then I noticed them.
Familiar faces. Familiar names. But… different.
Hayato Hayama... no... Haruka Hayama, now a girl, stood at the center of a crowd like always, hair shimmering gold in the sun. Her friends, too, once boys, were now girls orbiting her like satellites, drawing shrieks and sighs of admiration.
Closer to the gates, a petite figure waved energetically at Yukino. "Yukinon!" Saika Totsuka called out, except she wasn't the gentle tennis boy I remembered. She was a soft-featured, bright-eyed girl, skirt swishing as she jogged toward us.Her smile was dazzling, almost unfairly so.
Hikigaya groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Of course you're here early…"
And beyond them, even more names clicked into place: characters I once knew as male, now seamlessly rewritten into this world of women. Their gestures, their voices, all familiar and strange at once.
I exhaled slowly. This wasn't just reincarnation. This was reconstruction.
"Wow…" Yui's eyes widened as she tugged my sleeve. "You're, like, already super popular."
"Popular?" I echoed.
She nodded, then pointed discreetly. And sure enough, dozens of girls at the gate weren't looking at Hayato, or Saika, or Yukino. They were staring at me. Whispering, giggling, snapping photos.
The ratio. The imbalance. The simple math of this world where men were rare.I wasn't just new. I was valuable.
Yukino noticed too. Her arms folded, her lips tightening into a thin line. Hikigaya scowled, clearly annoyed at the attention. And Yui, oblivious as always, only smiled brighter, as if proud to show me off.
My first day of high school hadn't even started, and already I felt the ground shifting beneath my feet.
This world wasn't going to let me blend in.
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