The Story of a Boy Who Was Reincarnated in a Harem Romcom Manga

Okay hear me out.

What would be the plan of attack if you were also reincarnated in a romcom manga?

Would you try and interact with the protagonist harem group?

Or would you try and NTR the heroines away from the protagonist?

Well my friends, I would rather do neither.

In fact, I wish I could just tell them to shut up, cause frankly, I'm losing my god damn mind and mental health to deal with their shit.

All its been is back and forth bickering of the heroines fighting over the MC when all he's done is embrace them with his gracious kindness and consideration with his numb-skulled denseness.

They're always in this little world in the classroom making the most noise, from arguing at each other to immense fiery blushing exploding in their faces and hitting the MC for no reason at all. 

"Hey!!! I said it was my turn for Touma to try out my bento! Move aside you thieving cat!" (Fujiwara-san)
"What are you on about you delusion bitch?!" (Shimizu-san)
"Now, now calm down you two, let's talk it ou-" (Inoue-san)
""Shut up you fat airhead!!!"" (Fujiwara & Inoue)
"Fat...?! You bit-" (Inoue-san)

Oh my god. Someone please tell them to shut up. Before I jump off a cliff. 

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I trudged along the pathway to my house. Ahead of me was Fujiwara-san and Jiro-kun. They live next to each other of course; according to the romcom script this is an absolute must. This also breeds even more animosity between the 3 heroines because of it as well, since Fujiwara-san is the only one with the privilege to walk back home with him. She was brightly smiling and laughing with him, making all sorts of jokes and little stories to entertain him. From afar you would think they were dating, but alas not.
Actually, why haven't they dated yet? Its been like what, 10 years since you guys were friends? Hurry up and go out with each other already, I'm slowly spiraling into depression listening to the shit you guys do in school.

Sighing, I slowed my pace and turned right. Entering my view was a small little playground, with metal swing bars, monkey bars and slides. I hopped onto the sandpit and made my way to the top of a metal dome. I gazed at the descending sun; painted orange and yellow, with almost a crimson gold sky that stretched over the horizon. The faint breeze that softly caressed my face as the faint outlines of homes and stores were seen. I blankly stared into the horizon. Moments like these made me feel at ease, knowing that I was still alive to see a scenery as beautiful as this every day.

Sorry, I got a bit sentimental.

At the corner of my eyes, I saw a silver haired girl. 

'Hmm? Is that Shimizu-san?'

She was surrounded by suspicious looking men in an alleyway, with disgusting expressions on their face, their eyes fully immersed in malicious intent.

'...Wait what?'

I turned my head to the other direction.

Surely, this was one of the triggering event flags, right? Surely, the MC must be coming here to save her right? Or at least there must be somebody around here that will do something right?
It felt like I had swallowed a block of dirt.

There was not a singular person in sight.

"I've told you already I don't want to follow you guys!"
"Oh, come on, it's not like we'll hurt you. We just want to talk..."
"My ass you just want to talk!"
"There's no-one around, who's going to help you!?"

The men sneered as they licked their lips. 

No seriously though, why me?

I had already launched myself off the dome, as I hugged the wall, peering around the corner. I quickly dialed 110, in the hopes that it would ward them off with their tails between their legs. It was increasingly getting into a stickier situation. I could practically see the murky dark auras oozing out of the men. 

I mean, where the hell is that stupid protagonist when you need him? Why did I have to deal with this shit?

My head started to split slightly. This was giving me a headache. 

[This is 110, what is your emergency?]
"A girl is currently getting assaulted by three suspicious men in a dark alleyway around Yokosuka Highschool. Please come quickly."
[We're dispatching some officers now, please stay calm on the phone, and describe their appearance.]

Shimizu and the three men snapped their heads towards me. Their eyes opened widely.

"Shit, hurry the fuck up guys!"
"I'm on it!"

The men grabbed Shimizu and smothered her face with a white handkerchief. She kicked and tossed around, trying to lose their grip, but to no avail. I thought they would give up if I called the police, but it instead made the situation worse. With no other choice, I rushed in, as my fist glided through the air.

THUD!

A punch landed square onto a face.

My face, I mean.

The whole world spun around me as I felt my body feel weightless for a moment. Then, the feeling of slamming into the wall with the back of my skull. I slumped against the wall as I felt my head ache from pain.

"Move it you guys!!!"

I watched as Shimizu's body slowly went limp and stopped moving. They quickly sprinted out of the alleyway as they tossed her into the back of a black van. I quickly pulled my phone to my ear.

"T-They just knocked her out and dumped her into a van. License n- number: 1DXO885, b- b- black Toyota Van, please hurry up!"
[They're on the way, please remain cal-]
"LIKE HELL I CAN STAY CALM!!!"

I shoved my phone into my pocket as I stumbled to a nearby car. I rapidly knocked on the window. The window slowly rolled down as a man's face appeared. 

"What is it you crazy brat?"
"C-Can you follow that black van!? Someone's been abducted!"
"...No, are you delusional? Hell no I'm not foll-"

I gripped the doorhandle and ripped it wide open, the man's eyes following suit as he looked at me with his mouth agape. 

"What th-"

I clenched the man's shirt with both hands. 

"Get out of the car."
"W- What? I do-"
"Get out of the fucking car."
"O- Okay man j- jeez, I get it alright!"

The man tripped over the door frame and fell to the floor, his face head first into the ground. Hopping into the car and slamming the door shut, I tied myself with the seatbelt and kicked the pedal to the ground. One hand was steering and the other was gripping my head. A wet red liquid oozed from within my fingers. I hoped it was just a silly dream, that I would wake up in my comfy bed as if nothing had happened. But the blood I felt on my fingers and the pain that felt like a screwdriver was digging into my brain proved otherwise. The blurry vision didn't help either. 

Soon, the black van came into view. I slowed down and followed them silently, making sure I kept at least 2 cars in between us. 

[Hello? Is anyone still there?]
"...Yes, I'm still here. I'm following the van right now."
[You should leave this to the officers. Stop what you are doing, now! It's too dangerous for a civilian like you to continue further!]
"Then what? Should I lose track of the van while I see one of my classmates get kidnapped? Then what? How long is it going to take for you guys to find her? One day? Two days? Maybe even a week for you to find their location! By then anything could have happened to her! I am not going to stop."
[...]

Silence lingered in the car.

[...Where are they headed?]

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