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Oshi no Shugosha - or ‘I refuse to kill this poor Idol, you heartless scum!’ (Oshi No Ko, Ryosuke!SI)

EDIT: 守護者 shugosha … a person who protects people.

Being reborn is crazy.

Being reborn in a familiar world is even crazier.

But…

Being reborn as a piece of shit in a familiar world was plain outrageous to me!

It happened one day. I jumped out of a bed that wasn’t mine, breathing heavily as I felt pulled out of an insane nightmare and… this wasn’t my room. And the figure shown by the full-body mirror by the wardrobe on the side of the bed wasn’t me-

It shouldn’t have been me! And the numerous posters dedicated to Hoshino Ai definitely cleared the situation for me-

I am Ryosuke, the crazy stalker that killed Hoshino Ai in Oshi no Ko.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!

This is bad! Super-bad!

I slapped my hands on my face, covering my eyes as I held back a guttural scream from coming out through sheer will and pure sleepiness. I just didn’t feel the strength to shatter some eardrums and… it wasn’t bad.

It couldn’t be that bad!

I got out of bed, deciding to check on this house and… holy fucking shit, the bastard is basking in gold. Ryosuke’s daddy and mommy were fucking rich- distant, but they still gave him a hefty allowance. This place, it was mine. I owned this flat and… I guess this explains some questionable economic choices made by this dipshit that once controlled this body.

Still, this- I can work with this.

I just needed to understand ‘when’ I was. Specifically, what was my current age in comparison to Ai. If I remember correctly, Ryosuke was meant to be two years older so… I am still in High School, a year away from going for Uni. That’s going to suck, but still this was around the time Ai was still pregnant.

I gave a look into my ‘new’ social media accounts and learned that-

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GOT BANNED ON TWITTER!?”

You’re kidding right? How the fuck am I supposed to see stuff from my favorite Vtubers?

Actually, I gave a look and… thank God, there are Vtubers. Not the same as those I ‘lost’ due to this insertion, but I will endure and rebuild myself. I am one with the force. And the Pettan.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and… I need to clean up. A look in the calendar confirmed that I had nothing to do and it was Sunday- I had a lot to clean up.

Maybe I can do something to avoid that situation. I didn’t find anything that could tie me to any killing or any ‘anonymous tipping telling me where Ai was at the moment’. I hope I didn’t delete it, but I kept an eye on any odd paparazzi pictures that came out by phone as I got out. No mention of the girl’s manager and his wife having gotten new kids, so I took this chance to just focus on my immediate situation-

I need to remove all stuff relating to Ai. All of it. While I wouldn’t shame anyone on their passion, this was too hot of a target on my back to currently have. I needed to have this cleaned.

I just put everything in bags, took them to the nearest junkyard and had it all set on fire. I wasn’t going to get caught with that sort of evidence. I got back in the car, growling at how stinky my hoodie was and… passed to buy some new clothes.

New me, new style.

I lost my beard and I doubt I was going to get it back, but I could still get myself in a more fashionable outfit rather than a dull black hoodie and dark pants.

Something with a tiny bit more color to give it personality. Two blue hoodies and a dark-red one plus a few blue jeans and tracksuits. I was ready to replace Ryosuke’s life with a new one and dodge the stain that could land on me through what kind of shit Ai was going through.

I had thought of sending her a letter- actually, to her manager. Tell him the name of the one that had given her twins. Tell him what kind of person was, and why, possibly, Ai kept quiet about him to others.

To some, it would seem like a girl that was just embarrassed to speak of who made her a mommy at 16 and without putting a ring on her, but the truth was far far too sinister.

And I had no reason to get myself involved. Or, that should have been the plan before I realized that someone had sent me messages on Discord. The account had been freshly made, the content was…

I heard that you love Hoshino Ai.

Fuck.

Holding back my homicidal instincts in regard to this dipshit, I continued to read.

She is pregnant! Can you believe that? She lied to you and others. What a liar!

And if you don’t believe me, here’s proof of that.

I felt my blood boil- this son of a bitch had just used a picture I could tell she sent him. The sheer amount of betrayal is… astonishing. But- I couldn’t lose my nerves. Not when he gave me an opportunity to fuck him over big time.

He gave me the hospital’s address. He told me who was the doctor taking care of Ai and that I should dispose of him too for ‘touching Ai in an intimate way’. The levels of insanity that were within those words was unbelievable.

Still, I was going to take this chance to stab hard at that Kamiki wanker.

But first, I needed to write some documents. I wrote them on Word, then had them revised a few times and… then I printed them once I was sure those were going to be enough. I had his name, his known motif, and another connection to another situation where he destroyed a family before.

With the documents put in a bag, I proceeded to carry with me, I regaled the last comment with a scowl.

It’s best that you hurry, or you may miss the chance.

I had a little ‘act’ to get through, but I had to really sell it. I couldn’t have the killer know I was personally the one trying to screw him over so.

You fucker! I just got confirmation by a close buddy of mine that you sent me photoshop!

That clinic is where Ai is getting treated for headaches!? That’s sick, telling me to hate her, you bastard!

And I was off to complete this glorious theatrical stage without getting caught with my pants down.

A difficult Sunday this one was, a difficult first day in a new body, but definitely a difficult time to try to infiltrate a hospital and sneak some documents to the right people.

Specifically, I had to get to Ai’s manager without talking to him at all. An opportunity came up right as I came through the door. I saw where the man and his wife were, patiently sitting outside the office of the doctor taking care of Ai.

I sat right by the entrance, patiently waiting for an opportunity and that came when Ai walked out of the office to go to the bathroom right beside where I was sitting, the manager went inside to talk with the doctor and I saw his wife was asleep from the looks of it.

A chance, and a good one to act. Silently, I walked up to the manager’s seat, eyeing his open bag and putting the documents there. I turned around and walked off, confident that I had successfully walked away without getting anyone noticing me much.

I was too plain like Ryosuke, so I didn’t worry much about people suddenly finding out where I live and what my name was. I took off with my car, going back to my new home and- finally, I felt my body lose that insane adrenaline that had rushed through my veins up to that point.

Once I was back, I kind of went to bed to catch a nap until it was time for lunch. I didn’t exactly fall asleep, but I rested a bit as a new thought had kept me awake. One thing that I had forgotten up to that point, as I had forsaken the idea of killing the doctor and thus allowing him to reincarnate as Aqua, was that this translated with the chance of Aqua being born a stillborn.

I forgot that the mangaka had made it clear through the ‘crow girl’ that both Ruby and Aqua would have been stillborns without the reincarnated soul. And since Sarina was already dead and thus ready to be reincarnated, this meant that Aqua had a chance of dying on birth.

…

I am sorry, Ai. I can’t spare you this pain if this is how things go. But… I will get him- you are not going to die.

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AN

From Scum to Hero, the path is quite troubled. Especially when destiny is about to hurl RyoSIke some unusual developments that will go outside his capacity to react to things.

Next time, RyoSIke… meets an Idol.