Transmigrated into a World of Reversed Roles

Chap 6:

The commotion inside started to die down once the train began moving. The steel wheels, carrying thousands of passengers, roared as they ground against the rails.

"... Sorry, I was just talking to myself earlier."

"Oh..."

The girl lowered her head after hearing what I said. That movement made her long bangs—which already covered part of her face—fall even more, and now I couldn't see her eyes at all.

"..."

"..."

Silence followed.

The train kept moving. Passengers were packed tightly together, everyone absorbed in their own world. The atmosphere was clearly lively, yet somehow, a contrast hung between us—a certain awkwardness in the air.

I actually wanted to find a topic to talk about. But my mouth wouldn’t cooperate. Honestly, my own emotions were all over the place right now.

I used to be used to this kind of crowd on trains every day. Physically, I wasn’t amazing, but at least I wouldn’t be swept away by a wave of passengers.

But who would've thought my strength here would drastically drop to the level of an average girl from my original world? That shocked me—especially because I hadn’t felt any difference since I transferred worlds yesterday.

To make it worse, I got saved by a junior.

Forget my pride as a guy—my pride as a senior here took a hit...

Though that didn’t mean I wasn’t grateful to her for saving me. I'm sure if she hadn’t stepped in, I would've been in serious trouble.

But—Hm? That makes me realize something.

Doesn't that mean I also owe Yona a proper thank you for saving me from those delinquents yesterday?

If she hadn’t shown up then, what would’ve happened to me? Would I have lost my virginity?

Let’s put an end to that weird Monday morning fantasy.

For now, let’s think of a way to help the junior in front of me. Even though she barely moved since earlier, I was close enough to notice she was starting to get tired.

Besides, holding back the weight of all these passengers on this train—I'm not even sure I could do that myself.

For a moment, I wasn’t sure how to help her. Should I tell her to let go if she couldn’t handle it?

If I prepare myself properly, I should be fine even if I take the hit.

Then, just as I was about to tell her my idea, I stopped when I noticed something.

The girl in front of me had been supporting herself with only one hand all this time.

At first, I thought her other hand might be injured or something. But in that other hand, she was holding something.

Something I had been looking for since yesterday but couldn’t find. Something I endured not playing—with great sorrow—during the weekend.

Even though it was a model from twenty years ago, that portable console remained a legend.

Because I’m sure many people’s childhoods were filled with happy memories thanks to the games played on that console—and there’s no way they could forget them.

Of course, among those people—I was one of them.

But I was surprised she brought out a PSP in this day and age... Since when did I have a junior who shared my hobby without me realizing?