Victory × Vandalism | Highschool DxD Fanfiction
[Author's Note / Warning]
{This story takes place in the High School DxD universe, but it is quite... uhm, different. Expect:
- Significant deviations from canon events and timeline.
- Original characters taking major roles and driving the plot.
- A heavier focus on worldbuilding and lore over fanservice and ecchi.
If you dislike Issei Hyoudou, fair warning, he's still here, alive and kicking. He won't be erased, rewritten into oblivion, or reduced to a cameo.}
Kenji Tanaka had a plan.
Walk into Kuoh Academy on his first day... Then, trike a cool pose! Right after that, deliver a flawless introduction that would leave his classmates speechless! Maybe get a small fan club by the end of the week, nothing crazy, just ten or twenty people who'd cheer when he walked into a room... bam! The peak of planning!
But...
SHATTER.
What actually happened? "I am Kenji Tanaka. Uhm, yes." A few words, a dead silence, and thirty pairs of eyes staring at him like he'd grown a second head. So much for fresh starts.
Kenji isn't cold or mysterious, no matter what his serial-killer stare might suggest. Inside, he's a hurricane of enthusiasm: a baseball prodigy who wants nothing more than to talk about pitch mechanics, make a few friends, and survive his two ANNOYING older sisters who've already turned his life into a comedy of humiliation. Outside? His brain has a strict "no personality allowed" filter that reduces every heartfelt speech to a robotic monotone.
Now he's stuck at a school where the girl sitting next to him wears a cape, speaks like she wandered off a fantasy novel cover, and calls him "Tanaka of the Silent Blade."
Kenji just wanted to play baseball and maybe have a normal conversation. Instead, he's navigating capes, sacred missions, and the very real possibility that his own mouth will be his ultimate downfall.
Oh, and devils, angels, and fallen angels exist too. Not that his brain will let him say anything cool about it.