I Died and Was Reincarnated as a Goth Femboy

A distorted, electronic beat ripped through the silence of Kenjiro's luxurious suite. He groaned, rolling over and fumbling for his LilyPad, which was vibrating violently on the nightstand. The screen displayed Taguro's smiling face, obnoxiously framed by animated hearts. He swiped to answer, the familiar strains of 'Lxe3 - Mirror Breaker' finally cutting off.

"What do you want?" Bombom yawned, his voice thick with sleep and irritation.

"Morning, master!" Taguro's voice was far too cheerful for this early hour. "Just wanted to remind you about the whole harpy rocket situation. Don't worry, me and the team are going to get some clues while we train today. I'll tell you what we find later."

A small, genuine smile touched Bombom's lips. It was strange, but his team of misfits was actually proving to be reliable, even endearing in their own chaotic way. "Yeah," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Thanks."

"I love you," Taguro said, and then immediately hung up.

Bombom stared at the blank screen, a furious blush creeping up his neck. "He's super weird..." he muttered to the empty room, though there was no real bite in his tone. He swung his legs out of bed. His main party was resting, Seraphina was off dealing with cultists, and he was supposed to be taking it easy. The thought of a whole day with nothing to do, nothing to punch, was maddening—like an itch under his skin. Then, an idea sparked. An idea that was equal parts brilliant, narcissistic, and perfect for his brand. He was going to stream. All day.

He activated his hover drone, which whirred to life and floated obediently at his shoulder. "Hey guys," he said, striking a dramatic pose in his pajamas. "Today, the live will be..." he did a slow, theatrical swirl, "...a normal day in my life."

He walked over to his massive wardrobe and threw the doors open. "First things first, what to wear?" He pulled out two identical outfits: his casual purple skirt and black shirt, and another identical purple skirt and black shirt. "So, chat, what should I wear now?"

The comments started rolling in immediately.

"We want our normal Bombom!""We want to see you in different clothes!""Why does Bombom have the same clothing he's wearing?"

The last comment gained a lot of traction, and Bombom sighed, addressing the drone. "Look, blame Ryo for putting at least six of this same look in my closet. He said it was for 'brand consistency.'" He let out another long-suffering sigh, though a small smirk betrayed his amusement. "Maybe I should go on a buying spree today. But first, makeup."

He sat down at the ornate vanity in his room, reaching for a makeup brush before pausing, his hand hovering in mid-air. "Oh, yeah... I don't need it. I forgot." He got up, a smug look on his face. The chat, of course, noticed.

"Bombom is flexing his natural beauty on us.""She tried to flex at the gym, but the only thing doing reps was her booty, and it was working overtime."

"W-what?!" Bombom's face went red. "You guys are still on that too...? Alright, time for breakfast!" He tried to sound angry, but the blush betrayed him. He walked out of his room and headed for the guild's massive kitchen, the drone trailing behind. "Here we have our chef," he narrated for the stream. "He's super cool, but he can't do this." He pulled up the video of the dancing nugget on his LilyPad, showing it to the camera. The chef, who was in the middle of whisking eggs, just rolled his eyes. "His food is super good, though," Bombom added, before leaning in and whispering to the drone, "but don't ask him what he does after 8 pm."

He sat down and devoured a massive plate of pancakes, all while providing commentary for his viewers, sprinkling in random trivia and sarcastic remarks. As he was finishing up, a familiar, annoying figure walked into the kitchen. It was DragonSlayer.

"Say hi to the chat, loser," Bombom said, sticking his tongue out.

A vein throbbed on DragonSlayer's forehead. He forced a smile for the drone. "Hi, chat. Bombom told me you guys are simps. I would never say that to my fans."

"You'll never have fans like I do," Bombom shot back, mocking him.

DragonSlayer sighed, his bravado crumbling. "I know... you're super cute..."

The chat immediately turned on him.

'Look who's the simp now.''Simp! Simp! Simp!''He should change his name to SimpLayer69.'

The last message came through as a donation with a synthesized voice, echoing through the quiet kitchen. Several other adventurers who were eating nearby giggled. DragonSlayer's face turned a shade of crimson that clashed with his blonde hair. "O-okay, I'm done," he stammered, and quickly walked away.

Bombom laughed triumphantly. He spotted Gluteus Maximus in the corner, meticulously polishing his massive shield. He rushed over, the drone following. "Hey, Gluteus! What's up?"

The giant knight looked down at him. "Oh, you mean, 'what's down'?" he asked, before letting out a deep, rumbling laugh at his own joke.

Bombom stomped his foot. "Hey! Don't height-shame me!"

Gluteus immediately went serious. "I would never do that, my dear Bombom."

"Good," Bombom smirked. "But you should follow me around for the day."

"Is my Lily in danger?" the knight asked, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword.

"Of course," Bombom said with a dramatic flair. "I'm going shopping. There could be any number of perverts there. Someone should watch my back."

"Of course I will do that!" Gluteus declared, his voice booming with conviction. "I will prepare a perfect tactical analysis of the retail environment to ensure maximum asset protection!"

"I mean... watching me, not... forget it. Just come on."

Bombom walked out of the guild with his giant, armored bodyguard in tow. The moment he stepped onto the street, he was mobbed.

"Hey, Bombom!""Can I get an autograph?""I want a photo, Bombom! I love you!"

Gluteus acted as an impenetrable wall, keeping the growing crowd of fans at a respectful distance. Bombom just looked at the drone, a smug grin on his face. "See, chat? Being famous is super difficult." He kept walking, and a massive crowd began to follow him, a parade of adoring fans. Some people who had been following other, less popular Lilies, abandoned them to join Bombom's procession. He looked up and his jaw dropped. On the side of a massive skyscraper, on a digital billboard that was probably worth more than a small country, his livestream was being broadcast to the entire city. The sheer absurdity of it made his heart pound with a mix of pride and disbelief.

"Yo, you guys are crazy," he said to the drone, genuinely touched. "I'm already happy with you guys just watching me. There's no need for all that."

The comments flowed in, but one, a large donation, caught his attention.

'You deserve it, my queen. I'm FemboyHunter69's brother.'

Bombom stopped in his tracks. "It looks like we have Matsui's brother in the chat," he announced. "Can you meet me here? I want to talk."

A minute later, a small figure pushed his way through the crowd. He was a short man with a well-groomed pink beard and kind brown hair. "It's me, Matsui's brother," he said. "I'm SynchroNoice." He looked at the drone, leaned in close, made a soft "boop" sound with his mouth, and then said, "Noice."

The chat exploded with laughter.

"LMAO""This guy is a comedy genius."

"Look," SynchroNoice said, his cheerful demeanor fading as he looked at Bombom. "I heard my brother was a hero." He looked down at the floor. "Damn... I miss him so much..."

Bombom sighed, remembering the fabricated story Ryo had posted. "Yeah," he said, his voice softer than usual. "He was a hero. A powerful one. You should carry on his legacy, you know."

"I can't..." Synchro said, shaking his head. "I'm too short..."

The chat was merciless.

"LOL we didn't even notice the midget.""Go to the chocolate factory, you freak.""I'm making a fanfic with Bombom and him."

The last comment was met with a wave of angry replies from the rest of the chat, defending the grieving brother.

Gluteus, who had been standing silently, suddenly knelt down, bringing his massive, helmeted head to SynchroNoice's eye level. "Look," the giant knight's voice rumbled, surprisingly gentle. "When I was young, people told me I couldn't be a knight because of my size. They told me I was too big, that I would be too slow. But I trained, I worked, and now I am the strongest shield in the guild. Everyone can achieve their dreams." Gluteus stood back up to his full, towering height. "Not with Lilies, though... especially if it's Bombom."

Bombom's face went red. "H-hey! Don't talk down on me!" Then he processed the second part of the sentence. "Oh, yeah! I'm no one's waifu!" he declared with a loud "humpf," crossing his arms dramatically as if sealing the statement with divine authority.

The chat just laughed, trying to decipher if he was playing a character or if he was genuinely this dense.