At Kuoh Academy, a girl were surrounded by delinquent looking boys near the stairs. They looks rather tough, the type of people who would be offend for the slightest thing. Thus, even if someone wanted to help the girl, they didn't have the courage to do so.
"Come on, let's hang out together~" The boy with dyed hair said, he didn't bother hiding his lustful gaze on her asset while holding onto her thin arm. He didn't believe the rumors that this cute girl before him was once a boy like him. He was rarely at school to begin with, so he was often late to everything happening within the school's premise.
The rebel thought he had hit a jackpot, getting a cute girl like her as his girlfriend would be quite the flex to his rival in other schools. Never in his mind did he considered her refusal—after all, he truly believes most girls were only pretending to be aloof. These days, bad boys like him holds quite the reputation amongst the younger generation.
"I already said... let go of my hand!" Mizuhana muttered with clenched fist. No matter how much she tells them, the blockhead refused to believes she was a boy! If only she could change her gender at will, then she would've shown them her mighty Excalibur right at this moment.
This wasn't the first time some boys had harassed her. But for the most part, they usually looks disgusted the moment they learned about her past and scurried away. To be honest, Mizuhana even considered it sucks at first, but eventually, she was starting to enjoy the benefits of being an attractive girl. Why wouldn't she? She sometimes gets some discounts for things that are usually costly. They also did gives her their numbers, but she would usually just threw them into the trash on the way home.
However people, rather the boys her ages keeps making her life more uncomfortable as the days goes on. Some are rather stubborn, especially the one in front of her right now. This was the third times she had refused his advances, but it was like talking to a wall as he keeps getting more and more physical. At this point, she would rather returns to being Motohama since it's less hassle where she could openly be a pervert without a fear. Those glorious days, she was starring to miss them.
"Come on, stop pretending to be so cold. I know deep down you're just playing hard to get like other girls," the blond delinquent boy said with a grin. Then he leaned closer, the lingering smells of cigarette on him immediately hit her nose, it almost makes her puke on the spot. "All you girls are the same. You just wanted boys to keep pursuing you for vanity, isn't that right?"
Mizuhana was starting to feels annoyingly uncomfortable with how close he was. It gets to a point that she was considering drop kicking him and the rest of his loony toon team behind him. However, she wasn't confident about her strength.
She was a weakling when she was Motohama, a loser who barely sweats other than training his right arm almost every single day in the past. That sort of things likely transferred as well, even if her appearance changes completely. At least that's what she thought.
But when the boy suddenly put his hand on her chin to force her to look up at him, something in her snapped. Her eyes narrowed to icy slits, and a chill crawled down his spine.
"How many times do I have to say it before it gets through that thick skull of yours?" she muttered. Her voice was flat, stripped of all emotion. "You're testing my patience... and I'm running very low on it."
As if guided by something other than herself, she lifted her sleeve and seized his arm, her fingers tightening without hesitation.
"What the—fuck! It fucking hurts! Let go, you gorilla!" the delinquent groaned, struggling to pry her grip from his wrist. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.
"Now you want me to let go?" Mizuhana said calmly. "Weren't you so eager to get a reaction out of me?"
Then, she coldly twisted his wrist.
A sharp crack echoed through the air, followed by his shrill scream. The sound grated on her nerves. Annoyed, she silenced him with a single, straight punch to the face, dropping him unconscious to the ground. Her expression never changed throughout the whole ordeal, then her eyes turned to his goons causing them to flinched.
"I remembered all of your faces. You keeps egging him on, like an obedient dog wagging their tail to their owner. You all deserves a little punishment as well, so come here." She said, her finger pointed at the spot in front of her. Seeing them remained on their spots while exchanging glances with one another, Mizuhana lowered her tone again. "What? Not coming? Then should I walk to you?"
""N-No ma'am! We're here!""
"Good boy, now line up properly starting with you." For some unknown reasons, Mizuhana could feels her heart pounding. She didn't know where did her strength came from, but the excitement from overpowering delinquents feels especially... exhilarating. She then raised her hand and casually flicked the forehead of the first boy standing in line. "That's one, two more."
Unbeknownst to them, a certain individual were also watching the whole thing from afar. He initially plan to help her, but she ended up solving the problem herself. In the first place, Kousuke hadn't told her yet that her appearance weren't the only thing that changed. Her character stats from Infinite Crisis were also transferred over to her real body, meaning she could've easily dispatched them from the beginning.
"Well, now I have one less thing to worry about. But..." He glances at the sadistic smile on her face one last look. It appears something within her had awakened. 'Is this a good thing?' Kousuke thought internally.