Chapter 2: Awakening and Realizations
Morning sunlight filtered through tall windows as Haruka Kurihara entered his classroom, muscles tightly contained by a crisp school uniform cut for someone much smaller. Heads turned—a mix of curiosity, awe, and, from some girls, blushing admiration at his imposing physique. Yet Haruka's mind was somewhere else, disquieted by memory fragments that felt both foreign and deeply personal.
He froze at the sight of his homeroom teacher, Tsukishima Kyoko. Her stern eyes swept over the class, pausing on him with a cold edge that sent a strange chill down his spine. "Kurihara, punctuality and effort are expected in this academy. See to it you keep both."
The scene felt uncannily familiar, but it wasn't from anything about Prison School. As Kyoko continued scanning assignments, bits of another life—another world—crashed into Haruka's mind.
Previous Life: Alex's School Days
A relentless teacher. The ache of never being good enough, stress compounding with each scolding over grades and missed potential. Alex—Morishita, back then—knew the exhaustion of trying to please parents and teachers while slowly cracking under the pressure. The only flicker of comfort was the assistant homeroom teacher, Shirakawa Miwa—a gentle, understanding presence who always noticed when he'd had enough, offering a kind word or a patient smile.
Back in the present, Haruka blinked. The memories weren't his… but they were. He recognized those names—Tsukishima Kyoko and Shirakawa Miwa. Weren't these the teachers from that old anime he marathoned years ago? Kyonyuu Hitozuma Onna Kyoushi Saimin—a series notorious among hentai-loving otakus, and a guilty pleasure from Alex's old life.
A shock rippled through him as realization flooded in. Prison School… Kyonyuu Hitozuma… Was this world some bizarre mix of both universes? The pieces fit: the strict, voluptuous teachers, academic pressure, the familiar faces—all lined up with a fan's obsessive recall.
Haruka's otaku instincts kicked in, curiosity now vaulting over any anxiety. He began quietly scanning the neighboring classrooms between periods. Sure enough—there were familiar faces: classmates closely resembling characters from the other anime, teacher assistants who should have only existed on screen now chatting with real students.
Girls whispered as he flexed mindlessly, half-distracted. Haruka ignored their glances, zeroing in on Miwa Shirakawa standing in the corridor. Seeing her in the flesh—the warm smile, motherly aura—hit him with a surge of longing and embarrassment.
He ducked his head, cheeks tinged pink for the first time since reincarnation. This really is a mixed world, Haruka thought, pulse quickening. The rules of reality had changed again—maybe this was the universe's apology, or maybe just one more cosmic joke.
But as Haruka watched the interplay of teachers, students, and his powerhouse cousin Mari dominating the upper hall, he felt opportunity thrumming beneath the confusion. With his memories, muscles, and mind—and his secret crypto fortune—he might be able to bend the rules of this world, no matter how absurdly mixed up it seemed.