Nakatani Shinju 1

I woke up in the body of a bully who steals people's girlfriends.

No, you did not misread what I just said. 

I was just a regular college student who was in the midst of studying for my final exams when an airplane crashed into my apartment. 

Again, you did not misread. An airplane crashed into my apartment.

"Funny" enough, I survived the airplane crash. It was that on my way out of the apartment, as I was heading down the stairs, a fat neighbor of mine crashed through the ceiling above me and crushed me to death.

And no. I am not being "fat-phobic". It's just to give you context to how my neighbor was able to kill me with his weight; it was like someone had shot a cannonball at me.

It has been three days since I woke up in this new body. 

My first reaction when a gust of foreign memories dashed into my brain and I came to realize my new reality wasn't shock, fear, or confusion.

It was anger. Why was I angry you may ask? 

Well — I studied my butt off for weeks living off of only coffee and cup ramen. I averaged less than three hours of sleep a day while balancing my part-time job. I wrote enough notes to give every muscle on both hands a cramp.

I did all that for nothing.

I didn't even get to take a single exam.

If God was planning on killing me, he should've at least waited for me to take my exams first. At least then, I would've died knowing that my studying wasn't for naught.

Tsk.

Now, I should probably introduce myself to you guys. You don't even know my name yet.

Since my past self doesn't matter to you, I'll skip ahead to my new identity.

I am (now) Otsuka Yasuo. What a fitting first name. "Healthy man." If that didn't describe this man, then I don't know what does. Perhaps — a little too healthy.

Standing at 6'2" or 188 centimeters, he — or rather, I am in my third year of college at 21 years of age.

If you think that because he's 21, he's mature like an adult, acting his age, then you must've already forgotten the very first sentence that I had you read.

What kind of mature person bullies people and steals their girlfriends?

No no no. There isn't a single bone of maturity in this person's bone, and the first course of action I took when I became Otsuka Yasuo was to skip my classes to assess what I was going to do.

Perhaps you're wondering if he became the person he is today because of unfortunate circumstances such as being bullied when he was younger or growing up in a terrible household.

Some sort of tragic villain backstory that justifies his behavior.

The answer to that would be "HELL NO!"

Not only was he never bullied but he's the heir to a conglomerate so instead of bullies, every kid his age was told by their parents to basically treat him like a king.

His father sends him a ton of money every week for his allowance, and his loving mother wants him to visit home for dinner every night (an offer that he always declines). His relationship with them was basically as tight as could be.

What a horrible son. 

If it wasn't for his wealthy and powerful father covering up the tracks of his son, then this fool would've been arrested by now.

For the past three days, I've just been resting at home, ignoring the texts and calls from all of my so-called friends who had only hung out with me because I would spend money on them.

The only person I responded to was my mother, telling her not to worry about my sudden absence from school.

"Should I just drop out of college?" I pondered. I was already rich enough to just live out the rest of my days just playing video games at home. Was there really a need to go to school?

I spent my entire previous life being a studious person, dedicating most of my time in between my books rather than heading to arcades and hanging out with my friend at karaoke. 

Was I going to spend my new life, my second chance, doing the same thing, especially considering the lucky financial situation I was in?

Having convinced myself that I was going to drop out, I was surprised by a sudden—

Knock knock knock.

'I don't remember anyone telling me that they were coming over,' I thought as I walked over to the entrance.

Looking through the peephole, I saw someone who looked suspicious with their hoodie pulled over their head, the strings pulled to make it as tight as possible with their face barely showing.

If it wasn't for the memories that I had acquired, I would've assumed that the person was here to harm me but I recognized the grey hoodie as well as the shape of the person in front of me.

Nakatani Shinju. 

The girlfriend of this "kid" I'd started bullying a week ago.