A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [1] & Synopsis

When I first woke up, I thought this was an ordinary, everyday world.

Because in my memories, it was a very peaceful world.

When I searched my memories again, I thought this was a mixed anime world.

Because in those memories were Yukinoshita Yukino, Sawamura Eriri, and others.

When my hand found the transformation device on my bedside table, I thought this was a world invaded by monsters.

I was going to become a solitary hero to save the world.

When a group of people calling themselves Chaldea—the Human Order Security Organization—came looking for me, I felt a faint sense of confusion.

What kind of world is this, exactly?

When I finally met that person who introduced herself as the President, my confusion reached its peak.

“That's right! the President is me, Theresa!”

So proclaimed a certain mascot.

...Is it too late for me to go back now?

Anyway, after saying so much, there's only one thing I truly want to express.

“As expected, a rider and a youth romantic comedy just don't mix.”

'[ALPHA!]'

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In the early morning, the dim room echoed with rhythmic breathing.

A boy with neat, delicate features lay curled up on his side, deeply asleep, looking utterly exhausted.

The room was messy, clearly untouched by any effort to tidy up.

Tick tock, tick tock…

On the bedside table, a red alarm clock calmly ticked forward, second by second.

When the hands reached 6:40, the preset alarm suddenly blared to life.

A bizarre ringtone echoed through the small room.

Smack!

Without warning, a large hand descended from above, slapping the alarm clock.

After fumbling around a bit to shut it off, silence reclaimed the room again.

“…Wake up.”

Several minutes later, a messy-haired boy stood sleepily in front of the washbasin, brushing his teeth.

His uniform was worn crookedly. If the disciplinary committee spotted him, he'd definitely be barred from entering the school.

Spitting the water from his mouth, he carelessly wiped his face with a wet towel and shuffled out of the bathroom.

Face wash? Skincare products?

What’s that?

Real men don’t need things like that.

“Student ID, student ID... Where the heck did I stuff that thing?”

The messy chair was piled with a heap of useless junk.

Rather than bothering to organize a proper storage closet, the boy preferred leaving his things scattered on this rarely-used lounge chair.

Clothes he’d wear in the morning, his schoolbag, various books, and other miscellaneous items—

If I put everything here, it'll be easier to find stuff.

That was what he thought.

But judging by how he was currently struggling to locate his student ID, this idea clearly had some flaws.

“Found it.”

After searching for a while, the boy finally pulled the student ID from a place even he couldn’t understand.

“Why exactly did my student ID end up in the cabinet?”

The morning sun conveniently illuminated the characters on the Sobu High student ID card: Makoto Rōma.

Stuffing the ID into his bag, Rōma checked to make sure he had everything.

“Oh, right. Can’t forget this.”

Suddenly remembering something, Rōma, who was already at the doorway, stepped back into the room.

He snatched the belt from the bedside table and casually tucked it behind his waist.

Even with the belt stuffed behind his back, from behind, Rōma didn’t show any obvious bulge.

One might wonder exactly where he managed to hide such a bulky thing.

“Finally, this.”

He shoved a tablet bearing a symbol like a burning torch into his bag. Rōma nodded with satisfaction.

Now everything was set.

“I’m heading out.”

Although he was the only one living here, Rōma still habitually called out before leaving.

Perhaps it was his attempt at adapting to local customs?

Stepping outside, the bright morning sunlight was slightly blinding, forcing him to squint.

“Ah, this is great—youth, huh?”

Watching the groups of students chatting happily as they headed to school, Rōma broke into a leisurely smile.

This peaceful life really was wonderful!

Even though he had a transformation device, Rōma had no intentions of becoming a great hero.

He considered himself nothing more than an ordinary guy who had gotten lucky and acquired some power—no lofty ideals, no ambitious goals.

He wasn’t suited to be either a great hero who saved the world or an evil overlord who caused disaster everywhere.

Become a hero?

He didn’t think he possessed such a noble soul.

His willpower wasn’t strong enough either.

If he couldn’t even manage to get up early, there was no way he could seriously try to save the world.

Become a villain?

Not enough IQ. Being a villain just meant becoming someone else’s pawn.

If forced to say, Rōma would rather find someone reliable and cling to their thigh.

Someone dependable, not someone like Crow Bro.

Following Crow Bro meant starving nine meals out of every three days.

That kind of life was absolutely not what he wanted.

“Good morning, Aki-san.”

Just as Rōma’s mind was wandering aimlessly, the room next door suddenly opened.

A boy wearing black-rimmed glasses came out, rubbing at his messy hair.

His expression was drained, looking exactly like a game-addicted youth who’d pulled an all-nighter.

Hearing Rōma’s greeting, he didn’t respond immediately.

He looked vacantly up at the sun hanging in the sky, only then realizing someone was talking to him.

“Oh, morning… You are…?”

Mid-sentence, Aki Tomoya suddenly paused.

He couldn’t quite recall the name of the classmate standing before him.

How strange.

He’d definitely remembered clearly just yesterday at the opening ceremony.

Wait—opening ceremony?

Was yesterday actually the first day of school?

Why did it feel like he’d forgotten something incredibly important?

What was it exactly?

For a moment, Aki Tomoya was lost in thought.

But no matter how hard he tried, his memories broke into fragments at a certain point, and he couldn’t recall yesterday clearly at all.

“My name is Makoto Rōma.”

“Please call me by my full name without any honorifics. Makoto Rōma-kun, Makoto-kun, or Rōma-kun—none of those are acceptable.”

“Please bear with me on this point.”

Watching Aki Tomoya’s dazed expression, Rōma introduced himself with a friendly smile.

There was no trace of impatience.

“Oh… O-oh! Got it, Makoto Rōma.”

Slapping his own cheeks forcefully, Aki Tomoya squeezed out an awkward smile.

But for some unknown reason, he instinctively wanted to put distance between himself and this guy.

Almost as if the classmate might suddenly punch him at any moment.

Impossible. He seems like a really nice guy, after all.

Laughing at his own paranoia, Aki Tomoya wondered if he’d developed some kind of persecution complex.

“I’ve still got something to do, so I’ll be leaving first, Aki-san.”

As if sensing Tomoya’s inner unease, Rōma took the initiative to excuse himself.

Watching Rōma’s departing figure, Aki Tomoya subconsciously rubbed the back of his head.

“What a weird guy, even though he’s actually pretty nice.”

“Ouch… It hurts.”

When Aki Tomoya woke up this morning, he found a lump had mysteriously appeared on the back of his head.

As though he’d hit something hard.

But he had no recollection of anything like that.

Where Aki Tomoya couldn’t see, Rōma pulled the tablet out from his bag.

Opening a special interface, he typed in a password, confirmed his fingerprint and retinal scan—

And started editing a ‘report.’

[Subject exhibited symptoms of confusion the day after being exposed to the newly developed memory-wipe spray.]

[The extent of memory loss appears to exceed initial predictions.]

[Subject seems to have forgotten events from the morning of the day it was used (application time: 9:00 PM).]

Because this wasn’t exactly a formal report, Rōma didn’t use overly strict wording.

After sending off the report, Rōma slipped the tablet back into his bag.

“Alright, time for school.”

With a cheerful stride, Rōma stepped out of the gloomy hallway.

Around him, students continued chatting and laughing noisily.

Merging seamlessly into the crowd, Rōma walked alone, looking no different from any ordinary student.

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T/N: im hoping he becomes like sora....

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