Choosing the path of a hero, a protagonist, or even a villain felt like the well-worn road, a cliché with little allure.

From where I stood, I yearned for something different, something truly unique, something no human in history had done before—the path of the background character.

You might be wondering what led me to make this unconventional choice.

Was it my love for anime?

Perhaps my passion for manga and light novels

Or could it be my hours spent immersed in video games?

Honestly, it's a blend of all three. They motivated me to fully embrace the role of a background character, a person who effortlessly fades into society, avoids the spotlight, and doesn't need anyone's attention except when it's time for a polite smile or a casual frown—basically, going through life at the same pace as everyone else. Even if a billion people were to disappear, I wouldn't hold onto grudges or seek revenge. I'd simply continue existing because, deep down, I am and will always be a background character.

The morning sun painted my face with its gentle warmth as I kicked off my day. In the mirror, I met my own gaze—an average face, black hair, and an unremarkable appearance that allowed me to blend into a crowd effortlessly. Today was like any other morning, and I proceeded with my routine.

Heading to the bathroom, I enjoyed a refreshing shower before donning my uniform for the day. I was alone in this house, a place left empty by my parents, who were overseas.

They sent me a weekly allowance, enough to take care of myself. This was their house, not a rental, so I didn't have to worry about expenses.

However, they had taken my little sister with them, believing she was the better face for our family.

Despite being the older brother, they entrusted her with that role. So, I was left here to live my life in Japan as a background character.

With my uniform on, I proceeded to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast. I cracked a couple of eggs into a sizzling frying pan, their delightful aroma filling the room as they cooked to perfection.

The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the pot, mingling with the fragrance of eggs and toast. It was a modest breakfast—scrambled eggs, buttered toast.

Once breakfast was ready, I plated it up and settled at the dining table.

"Let's dig in!"

Savoring meals alone had become a familiar routine, one that didn't bother me at all. It was like my introverted nature had found its perfect match in my role as the overlooked background character.

I finished eating, pushed my plate away, and reached for a glass of water. The cool liquid washed away the taste of the scrambled eggs and buttered toast.

Standing up, I let out a soft sigh, acknowledging the solitude that awaited me for the rest of the day.

With measured movements, I pulled my chair back, the sound of wood scraping against tile resonating through the room.

The only noise was that of my footsteps on the linoleum as I made my way to the door. Each step felt like a melancholic note in the symphony of my solitude.

I reached for the doorknob, its cold touch mirroring the chill in my heart. The door opened with a familiar creak, and I stepped outside into the world.

It might have been a simple act, but it felt like crossing into another dimension—one where I was eternally alone.

The world outside greeted me with its customary indifference. The neighborhood remained quiet, save for the distant hum of life beyond my solitary existence.

As I let the door close behind me, it felt like I was sealing myself into this lonely reality once more.

With a heavy heart, I began my 15-minute walk to Ouran Academy, a journey into a world where solitude was my constant companion.

Arriving at the illustrious Ouran Academy, its grandeur immediately took me aback. The campus sprawled before me, adorned with an array of majestic buildings, each an emblem of the institution's rich history.

Passing through the ornate entrance gate, I embarked on my journey toward the imposing central building.

Yet, my progress came to an abrupt halt as a scene unfolded before me that seemed as if it had been plucked from the vivid pages of a manga or a light novel.

A cluster of boys had encircled a girl who sat upon a bench near a resplendent fountain, exuding an air of unparalleled elegance.

Her long, silver tresses flowed like a cascade of moonlight, framing a countenance of breathtaking beauty.

Each strand of her hair fell into place as if celestial hands guided them, while her captivating violet eyes seemed to hold a profound and enigmatic depth. Her very presence painted a work of art by the cosmos itself.

"Are you Luna Hoshizaki, the girl who aced the entrance exam?" one of the boys stammered, his voice trembling with admiration.

She graced them with a warm smile and replied with a humility that matched her elegance, "Yes, that's me. My name is Luna Hoshizaki, and your compliment means a lot."

The boys surrounding her blushed deeply, their admiration palpable. Yet, from the edges of the crowd, a new voice emerged, shifting the dynamics of the scene.

"A new transferee from the second year? Not bad," came the voice from the back of the group.

The boys parted like a sea, creating a path for a newcomer to step forward. Whispers and gasps of recognition rippled through the onlookers.

"It's Hiro Tanaka! The third-year Hearthrob, the legendary Five-Timer! "One boy whispered to another.

"Then that makes Luna her sixth?" another boy mused in astonishment.

"I can't believe he didn't leave any leftovers for us," another lamented, his envy thinly veiled.

With graceful poise, Luna rose from her bench, her violet eyes unwavering, as Hiro boldly approached. Hiro kneeled before her, his hand tenderly taking hers, his eyes aflame with passion.

"My lady, you are the very embodiment of beauty, the definition of perfection," Hiro proclaimed, his voice sincere as he pressed a gentle kiss to her hand.

The boys stood in rapt silence, eagerly awaiting Luna's response. This was an unprecedented spectacle, a rare opportunity to witness the legendary Hearthrob laying his heart bare in earnest pursuit.

"Luna, would you go out with me?" he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.

The air grew thick with tension as everyone held their collective breath, anticipating Luna's reply.

Yet her reaction diverged sharply from their expectations. With a frigid and unimpressed expression, she swiftly withdrew her hand from Hiro's grasp, her rejection echoing through the stunned silence.

"Such flattery holds no sway over me. I have no interest in you," she declared, her tone as icy as the depths of winter.

Without a backward glance, Luna turned and departed, her silver hair flowing like a radiant waterfall behind her, leaving Hiro kneeling in abject humiliation.

The boys, who had been fervently watching this unprecedented encounter, found themselves in a state of disbelief.

"Impossible. The legendary Hearthrob... got... rejected?" one boy stuttered in sheer shock.

Hiro remained on his knees, his wounded pride undoubtedly evident. The silver-haired girl who had just transferred to their academy had bested the legendary five-timer. News of this extraordinary event would surely spread like wildfire.

As I shook off the earlier shock, I continued my determined stride towards the academy building.

The next destination on my journey was the auditorium, and with every step inside the academy building, I could sense the palpable excitement rippling through the air.

It was all because of the anticipation surrounding the impending speech by the new student council president.

It appeared that everyone, from students to staff, was eagerly looking forward to this moment.

Upon entering the auditorium, my eyes locked in on two students who stood out in their impeccable uniforms.

One was a tall, striking blond figure, while the other was a shorter individual with sleek black hair.

I couldn't help but approach them, eager to make new friends, just like a typical background character would.

"Good morning! I'm Ced Nakano. What are your names?" I introduced myself with textbook precision, as if I were following the script of my own life.

"I'm Kenta Hamada, and this vertically challenged guy is my pal, Renjiro Sakashi."

Renjiro couldn't resist puffing out his chest and boasting, "Whoa there, buddy! You're calling me short? Let me remind you, I've charmed not one, not two, but a whopping three girls already!"

Kenta shook his head with a wry smile, deflating Renjiro's ego. "You don't even have a girlfriend, man."

Undeterred, Renjiro countered with a confident smirk, "Well, just you wait. By the end of this school year, you'll be the one without a girlfriend."

Kenta fired back with a playful grin, "Oh really? I'm putting my money on the opposite outcome."

Their friendly banter was like a scene ripped from a classic comedy anime, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the hilarity of it all.

"So, what year and class do you guys belong to?"

Kenta's face lit up with genuine warmth. "We're both second-year students from Class 2-A. How about you, Ced?"

With a sense of camaraderie building, I replied, "Great! We're in the same class. I'm a transfer student, so I'm also a second-year student in Class 2-A."

Kenta's smile widened. "Well, that settles it. We're classmates now."

As we continued our friendly banter, it was as if I had just unlocked a new achievement in a video game, forging unexpected friendships with Renjiro and Kenta.

Our adventure as background characters in the grand story of Ouran Academy was just beginning.

The atmosphere in the auditorium shifted as the principal stepped onto the stage. He approached the lectern, adorned with the academy's emblem, making it clear that this was an official school event.

"Good morning to all the students," he began, his voice carrying through the auditorium. "I welcome you to this new school year at Ouran Academy and introduce you to our new student council president, Luna Hoshizaki."

As Luna appeared on stage, waving with the elegance of a swan, I couldn't help but think back to that unforgettable moment by the fountain where she had turned down that legendary playboy five-timer.

Who could have guessed that the very same silver-haired girl would ascend to the illustrious title of Student Council President? I mean, seriously, I thought she'd just blend in as another popular girl, but boy, was I way off the mark! It was like the universe itself decided, "Nah, this girl's destined for the spotlight."

But the surprises didn't end there. The principal chimed in, announcing, "And now, our new vice president of the student council, Kaori Sato!"

Kaori made her entrance, her brown hair shining like a beacon, and those captivating blue eyes of hers... Well, let's just say they could put a supernova to shame.

She joined Luna onstage, and together, they greeted the students with smiles so radiant that it felt like we were staring at the sun, but in a good way.

Even the boys in the audience were hyped up, and you could tell that even Renjiro and Kenta had their own grand plans brewing.

The principal eventually stepped aside, allowing Luna to take the spotlight. She looked out at us with determination in her eyes.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm your new student council president, despite being a transfer student. I promise to make this school year a success with well-balanced and harmonious events. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated," Luna declared, her smile exuding an undeniable charm. In response, the boys and girls in the audience burst into applause, with some even standing in admiration.

As Luna basked in the cheers, the chants of "Luna! Luna! Luna!" echoed through the auditorium.

Luna took one last moment in the spotlight and spoke into the microphone once more, "Thank you, everyone! Let's make this the best school year ever!" She waved gracefully, and the applause continued in full support.

Once Luna left the stage, the principal made a final announcement: "May you all enjoy this school year!"

After the speech, we exited the auditorium, ascended the stairs, and arrived at the second floor.

As we made our way down the hallway, I half-expected Renjiro or Kenta to take the lead in opening the classroom door.

However, much to my surprise, they seemed to be channeling their inner background characters; their legs were trembling with fear.

Well, I guess there's no high-intensity drama with those two around; they were, after all, fellow background characters.

"Since you're our new friend, Ced, can you give that door a gentle push?" Renjiro asked, his voice quivering, and Kenta nodded, mirroring the trembling anticipation.

I couldn't help but sigh at their display of fear and hesitation. With a resigned attitude, I took it upon myself to open the door.

However, the door's creaking noise was so thunderous that it could rival the commotion of a celebrity visiting a meet-and-greet.

As I scanned the classroom, it was hard to miss the epicenter of the commotion: Luna and Kaori, sitting side by side.

Luna was engaging in conversation with a group of boys and girls, while Kaori had her own entourage of admirers.

They had quickly become the talk of our classroom, and their popularity charts were off the charts.

I couldn't help but wonder what had become of Renjiro and Kenta. I turned around to find them nervously making their way into the classroom. They paused and hesitated, trying to figure out which side to join.

Renjiro boldly declared, "Kenta, we've been pals forever, but just so you know, Kaori is mine."

Kenta responded with a sly grin, "Who are you kidding? You're settling for second place, buddy! Me? I'm aiming for the gold—Luna herself!"

With that, Renjiro headed toward Kaori, and Kenta made his way to Luna. They were clashing for their affections in the tight space of the classroom, like a scene straight out of a rom-com.

Those two, Renjiro and Kenta, were the living embodiment of background characters who refused to give up.

As I sighed, I knew that Renjiro and Kenta were likely in for another round of humiliation.

I took my seat near the window, the perfect spot for a background character to blend in and observe.

It offered a view to gaze at when the classroom discussions got boring. That's right; I had this whole background character thing down to an art.

Five minutes later, Renjiro and Kenta go back to their seats, their expressions a tragic mix of sadness and defeat.

I couldn't help but think, "Good job, guys," and in my mind I salute their dedication to the cause of being background characters.

Their bold attempt to win the hearts of the popular girls had once again ended in failure.

Their faces, etched with the spirit of being background characters, showed that they had given it their all in the pursuit of obscurity.

While their determination to embrace their background character status was admirable, my heart couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

They had bravely executed the "Ultimate Background Character Move: Confessing to the Popular Girls on the First Day of School for Maximum Humiliation!" This technique was so rare that it could only be found in anime, manga, or light novels.

The legendary move was all about confessing to the most popular girls in the academy on the very first day, with the sole purpose of getting rejected in the most dramatic way possible.

The goal was not to succeed but to solidify one's status as the ultimate background character.

Renjiro and Kenta had truly mastered this technique, showcasing their commitment to the art of being background characters.

The day continued with the homeroom teacher guiding us through various introductory activities.

After the initial rounds of name exchanges and classroom protocols, we found ourselves in the middle of some seminars, mostly about the grading system and upcoming events.

As the clock ticked away, signaling the approach of the final class for the day, the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows in the classroom. The homeroom teacher, a beacon of authority, rose to address us once more.

"Class, I have an important announcement to make," he declared. "The names of your roommates and the corresponding dorm room numbers are already posted on the outside of your door."

I could feel the electric anticipation ripple through the classroom, particularly among the male students.

Having girls as roommates had become the stuff of dreams for them, and now it seemed like those dreams were inching closer to reality.

Renjiro and Kenta, those two schemers, were probably plotting like mad scientists by this point.

The final bell chimed, a sweet sound to the ears, marking the end of the day's lessons. The homeroom teacher waved us goodbye, and we eagerly packed our bags, ready for the big reveal.

Exiting the classroom felt like entering a battlefield of excitement. The hallway was a chaotic mess of students, each vying for a glimpse of their destiny written on that class list. I joined the fray, pushing through the sea of bodies, desperately trying to find my name.

"Ced... Ced... Ced... Where am I?" I muttered under my breath, my eyes darting across the page.

Finally, I spotted it: "Dorm room no. 30 Ced Nakano."

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but gulp nervously. My roommates' names were listed beneath mine, and as I read them, my eyes widened in disbelief.

Luna Hoshizaki and Kaori Sato.

A sense of disbelief washed over me. Luna and Kaori, the two most prominent and named characters in the class, were my roommates.

Panic began to set in; I was just a background character, and now I found myself sharing a room with these two iconic figures of Ouran Academy.

Meanwhile, Renjiro and Kenta had their own room assignments to deal with. Renjiro was positively thrilled as he exclaimed, "Yes, thank the heavens! I'm sharing a room with Miharu Kuroda!"

Kenta, on the other hand, seemed utterly crestfallen. His roommate turned out to be another boy, not the girl he had hoped for.

He knelt down in dejection, and Renjiro couldn't resist a teasing jab, "What are you doing with that boy, Kenta? Haha! Looks like I'm winning our bet."

Kenta's response was one of disappointment and frustration.

"Don't celebrate too early, Renjiro. You may not know who Miharu Kuroda is."

Renjiro laughed heartily. "Ha! Me, scared of Miharu? Impossible! I know I have the heavens on my side. But more importantly, you're the one who's going to lose our bet, Kenta."

Renjiro and Kenta then turned their attention to me, perhaps intending to ask what room I had been assigned.

However, the thought of them finding out that I was sharing a room with Luna and Kaori, the school's stars, filled me with dread.

Without a second thought, I ran away, descending the stairs and fleeing the crowded academy building.

My heart was still pounding as I gasped for breath, the weight of my situation sinking in.

I finally arrived at the Ouran Academy dormitory building, my footsteps echoing through the quiet hallway.

Still trying to catch my breath, I located the door with the number 30 on it. Heart racing, I knocked nervously.

The door swung open, revealing Luna and Kaori, both looking as stunning as ever.

"G-g-good afternoon. I'm C-C-Ced Nakano, and I'll be your roommate. P-please take care of me," I stammered, bowing nervously.

"Of course, we will," Luna replied with a gentle smile. Kaori reached out and held one of my hands, and Luna took the other.

"Kaori, can you let go of him?" Luna's tone had a possessive edge to it.

Kaori teased, "Should I? You act the same way, Luna."

Luna's attitude shifted. "Let's stop this teasing, Kaori. We're friends only because that's what the students see. But if a boy appears as our roommate, he's mine."

It became apparent that Luna had two distinct sides to her personality: the public face of a leader and a possessive, almost character-like side.

I couldn't help but feel like I was caught between these two enigmatic personalities.

I asked, my nerves palpable, "What are you two fighting about?"

"Isn't it obvious? We're fighting for your attention, Ced Nakano," they replied in unison, their tone possessive and unsettling.

And thus, took an unexpected turn, trapped between Luna and Kaori, the two sides of their enigmatic personalities.

When I was just a naive ten-year-old boy, I can vividly recall the faces of my parents, their expressions filled with a peculiar mixture of disappointment and sadness, and my eight-year-old sister standing beside them, tightly holding onto my father's hand.

It was a moment etched into my memory, a moment that would shape my future in ways I couldn't yet comprehend.

"Ced, we'll be leaving for a family vacation in just a week," my mother explained gently.

"Mother, can I come with you?" I implored, my voice filled with hope.

"No, Ced, you can't. This trip is just for a week. You need to stay here," she replied, her words carrying a hint of finality. "Besides, you're not the 'Shining Star' we've been expecting."

I stared at the floor in shame, my young heart burdened by the notion of not living up to their expectations.

At that time, I didn't fully grasp the significance of the term 'shining star,' but as I grew older, its meaning became painfully clear. I was not the child they had hoped for, not the one who could make them proud.

My mother turned away, and with my father, they opened the door to leave. My sister, though just eight, gazed at me with a look that seemed to say she understood more about this "one-week vacation" than I did.

That week leading up to their departure was a whirlwind of anticipation. I did everything I could to prepare for their return, from daily baths to neatly combed hair to maintaining a spotless house and cooking simple meals to sustain myself during their absence. I was eagerly awaiting their return that Monday morning.

But as the clock struck 8 a.m., there was no sign of my parents. The house remained silent, and a gnawing feeling of unease crept over me.

I couldn't help but mutter, "Where are Mother and Father?"

I decided to prepare breakfast for the four of us, just as I had been doing all week. With small hands, I reached into the refrigerator and retrieved some hotdogs, eggs, and a few other essentials.

I cracked the eggs and cooked them alongside the hotdogs. Placing the meal on plates, I set the table with a plate for my mother, my father, and my little sister. I took my own seat, my anxiety growing with each passing moment.

Hours passed, and still, there was no sign of them. By 12 pm, the unease had turned into a knot of worry in my stomach.

I kept telling myself that maybe they were getting a surprise gift for me—a way to make up for leaving me behind. So I resisted the urge to eat, waiting patiently.

The clock ticked on relentlessly. 1 pm. 2 pm. And it was 3 p.m., and they had not returned.

I tried to reassure myself, "Maybe they're just running late. They'll be here soon." But deep down, I knew something was amiss.

I continued to wait, skipping breakfast and lunch, as the clock ticked on. By 9 PM, the food I had prepared earlier remained untouched.

Hunger gnawed at my stomach, but I stubbornly refused to eat. I would wait for them, even if it meant endangering my own health.

Morning turned to night, and it was Tuesday. The clock read 8 AM once more, but they were still absent. I continued to wait, my resolve unbroken, even as my body weakened.

By 10 PM, my strength was waning, and tears welled up in my eyes. I whispered to the empty room, fear and sadness in my voice, "What happened to Mother and Father? Did something terrible happen to them?"

I reached for a fork, my hand trembling with indecision. Should I eat or continue to wait? The inner turmoil was unbearable.

Finally, my hunger got the better of me, and I took a bite of the food I had prepared for them. Guilt washed over me, and tears mixed with my meal.

"I ate without them. They would be so disappointed," I lamented to myself, feeling like a failure.

I looked at their plates, still full, and realized that I would never be the 'Shining Star' they had hoped for. A suffocating darkness enveloped me, and I couldn't contain the turmoil within.

Desperation took hold as I stumbled toward the mirror. My fists clenched, and with a raw, primal scream, I unleashed my fury upon the reflective surface.

The mirror shattered into a thousand pieces, and the deafening sound of shattering glass reverberated through the room.

Blood welled up from my knuckles, mixing with the broken glass. The pain should have been excruciating, but I felt nothing. It was as if a cold, numbing void had taken hold of me.

As I gazed at the shards of the broken mirror, my reflection distorted and fragmented, I realized that this act was a manifestation of my own shattered soul.

The darkness that had consumed me was now a physical force, driving me to destroy the only image I had of myself.

I couldn't identify the source of this emotion that prevented me from feeling pain.

Was it anger toward myself or a sense of betrayal?

It was both. I was a disappointment, and they left me because of it.

That moment brought back a flood of memories. My little sister had always outshoned me, a constant source of brilliance.

I wondered, What had I been doing all this time as his older brother?

She was the family's prodigy, the shining star they yearned for. My parents knew it, and that's why they made the painful decision to leave me behind. Questions swirled in my mind.

"What should I do now? Should I strive to become the best and make them regret leaving me behind? Is becoming the perfect human the only solution, or merely a stepping stone?"

But I couldn't bear the thought of following the ordinary, mundane path. I yearned for a peak that was uniquely mine—a summit where I stood alone, unmatched.

How many years would it take to find that extraordinary peak, one that I could truly call "unique"?

Five weeks passed, and at last, a letter arrived from my parents. It carried cold words, delivering the harsh truth.

"We've decided to move to America and enroll your little sister in a prestigious academy there. You might be wondering why you weren't invited to join. Ced, you're a mistake. From now on, we'll provide you with a weekly allowance to keep you alive. Spend it wisely."

Reading those words didn't stir tears; I had steeled myself for this moment. I knew they would find a way to mold my little sister into the family's shining star. With determination, I pocketed the money they'd sent and headed to the supermarket.

The journey there, though long, gave me time to ponder my future. Upon entering the supermarket, I grabbed a shopping cart and searched for budget-friendly meals to sustain me.

My goal was simple: stay alive. As I selected canned food and hotdogs, I couldn't help but notice an animated display on a nearby TV.

It showcased a 2D character in a red robe, wielding a red sword. He moved swiftly, engaging in combat with his foes. Then he became serious, pushing an enemy back with his sword.

"I've had enough of this meaningless fighting. Let me share with you the ultimate technique I've mastered. But first, allow me to tell you a story about a man with a dream. People mocked him, called him a naive child for pursuing his dreams. He didn't aim to become a hero or a villain; he sought a role unique to himself, standing apart from the binary notions of good and evil."

I was captivated by this character's resolve, feeling a connection as if he mirrored my own aspirations.

Was it possible for me to achieve something similar in the real world we lived in, where everyone aimed to be a hero or villain? While I aimed for something different, it was a unique perspective, and I wondered if I could be the only one to pursue it.

The enemy he faced protested, calling him mad, and attacked. With unparalleled calm, he caught the enemy's sword with his bare hand, a hint of red mana glowing. The enemy's disbelief grew as their sword shattered, leaving the enemy defenseless.

In that pivotal moment, the enemy's voice trembled with disbelief as he questioned, "Who are you? How is this even possible?"

The crimson-cloaked character, draped in mystery, didn't say a word. Instead, he let his actions do the talking with unwavering determination.

Raising his sword high, the crimson figure's voice thundered and echoed across the battlefield, sending shivers down my spine.

His words weren't just noise; they were a powerful statement, chilling the enemy to the core.

"Behold! Witness it with your very own eyes—the ultimate power, nay, the ultimate technique. It shall be remembered into your body, etched into the very fiber of your being as you vanish from this world."

With incredible speed, the crimson-cloaked character lunged forward, thrusting his crimson sword into the enemy's heart. The enemy's eyes widened in terror as the blade pierced his chest.

And with the same determination, the crimson-cloaked character uttered his ultimate technique, "Crimson Cataclysmic Annihilation!"

In that very moment, the air crackled with anticipation as a dark-red whirlwind of energy formed a menacing circle around the doomed enemy.

It whirled and pulsed, menacing and powerful, threatening to devour everything in its path. Fear gripped me, and I couldn't look away from the TV.

Then, in a massive explosion of crimson energy, the enemy was obliterated. The shockwave that followed defied belief, leaving an indelible mark on the battlefield.

A colossal crater remained, a testament to the crimson-cloaked character's overwhelming power.As the smoke cleared, The crimson-cloaked character vanished into the distance, his silhouette a stark contrast against the destruction he'd caused.

I stood still there, stunned and breathless. The title reappeared on the screen, "The Crimson Cloak: The King of Darkness," sending shivers down my spine. I knew this anime would stay etched in my memory forever, never to be forgotten.

Six years had passed, and I was now sixteen. I vividly remembered "The Crimson Cloak: King of Darkness." It all started with an anime based on a light novel.

There were just two seasons, and the eagerly awaited third season remained elusive.

The light novel had a staggering nineteen volumes. This series ignited my passion for light novels and manga, especially those tagged as Isekai, Fantasy, and Action.

What dampened my excitement, however, was the author of "The Crimson Cloak: King of Darkness" had gone on hiatus, rumored to be a part of a wealthy conglomerate family.

The author's true identity remained hidden behind a pen name, and speculation abounded.

Would that author ever return to finish the light novel, or was it destined for indefinite silence? It left me yearning for closure.

That light novel also had a game, and I found myself spending precious gems and money on it.

The character with the crimson cloak held an irresistible allure, even within the game. I couldn't help but invest heavily, sometimes sacrificing meals for in-game purchases.

I even endured a week of going hungry, all for the sake of that virtual character. The dedication bordered on obsession.

Amidst this fervor, a realization emerged from my journey through the anime, manga, light novel, and game: my path was clear.

I aspired to become a background character.

It was the unique route I'd always longed for. With each step, I felt closer to its summit, confident that no one could impede my ascent. I envisioned a solitary climb with no competitors in sight.

Yet, uncertainties lingered. Could I truly reach the pinnacle of being a background character?

Two popular girls embodied a growing threat. They stood like formidable barriers in my pursuit of this unique path, casting doubt on whether I could ever reach its peak.

It was around 5 PM, the first evening I had to spend with Kaori and Luna in Ouran Academy's dormitory room number 30.

I found myself on the sofa, squeezed between Kaori Sato on my right and Luna Hoshizaki on my left.

Luna had an iron grip on my left shoulder, while Kaori mirrored her with an equally tight grip on my right. Their fingers clung to me as if they had no intention of ever letting go.

With a smirk, Luna initiated the conversation, her possessiveness palpable as she tightened her grip on my left shoulder.

"Do you have any idea how we set all of this in motion?" Her words hung in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in.

"What do you mean, Luna?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity and confusion.

She continued, her grip growing even firmer, as if to underline her point. "Well, both of our families, my parents and Kaori's, have been rivals in the conglomerate world for as long as I can remember. We had countless competitions, maybe twenty or thirty; it's just that remembering all the details of who won which competition can get a bit boring when I always won every time Kaori and I faced off."

Kaori couldn't resist chiming in, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Luna, stop exaggerating. Those contests were mostly draws, and you know it. There's no need to come up with another story and hide the truth."

Luna's confident expression wavered, and it became evident that Kaori had spoken the truth. Their past contests were indeed tied.

Undeterred, Luna proceeded. "However, our families proposed an unusual solution. They witnessed a boy, you, Ced, gazing at a TV screen six years ago, eyes filled with an unusual darkness. My father, who owns that supermarket where you watched that TV, and Kaori's father struck a deal. They decided, 'Whoever wins the heart of this boy will be the ultimate victor in our long-standing rivalry.'"

I felt a rush of shock and uncertainty. Was I merely a pawn in their rivalry, a prize to be won and discarded once one of them claimed victory?

Luna seemed to sense my unease and cleared her throat, addressing the unspoken concerns that weighed heavily on me.

"Am I nothing more than a prize to you? Your expression betrays your thoughts, Ced. You appear worried. Remember, background characters shouldn't reveal such emotions. I thought you'd appreciate the chance to part ways once one of us emerges victorious."

Luna's words hung in the air, creating an uncomfortable silence. I hesitated before shifting the conversation, my voice tinged with both curiosity and apprehension.

"So, what you're telling me is that your interest in me was solely because I ended up as your roommate, just because I'm a boy?"

Luna nodded solemnly, her gaze unwavering, "Yes, Ced. My father only informed me that a boy would be joining us as a roommate. So, Kaori and I eagerly entered this dorm room, awaiting your arrival. It marked the beginning of yet another competition between Kaori and me. My father provided no hints about your identity; he simply said, 'A male roommate will be joining you,' and that he was the same boy they had seen six years ago."

As I contemplated this revelation, I couldn't help but wonder if Luna's father and Kaori's father had orchestrated all of this.

Was it all because I watched an anime at the supermarket on the nearby TV? But then, a sudden thought emerged in my mind: the author of that light novel, 'The Crimson Cloak: King of Darkness,' was rumored to be from a conglomerate family.

Could the author somehow be involved? It seemed far-fetched; there was no reason for someone like that to take an interest in me.

Perhaps these rumors were just that—rumors. There was no way he came from one of the conglomerate families.

Luna leaned in closer, her voice taking on a gentler tone.

"But I don't intend to let you go, even if I win. I'm fascinated by your uniqueness, your perspective about how you see this world. I want to protect you and keep you away from being a background character. You intrigue me, and I can't help but wonder what it would be like if you were 'normal.' I want to be with you, to be by your side, forever."

The word "forever" hit me like a tidal wave. It was a commitment I hadn't expected.

Kaori, on the other hand, whispered into my right ear, her voice filled with determination.

"Ced Nakano, I'm willing to stake my pride as a Sato family member and my position as Vice President of the Student Council at Ouran Academy. I, Kaori Sato, will guide you toward normalcy. I'll help you stand out from the crowd. You're not destined to be a background character, Ced. You're more than that, like a prince, and I'm willing to be your princess, Ced Nakano."

Luna chimed in once more, her possessiveness returning. "Hmph, Kaori, you're too idealistic. Ced Nakano, I, Luna Hoshizaki, the Student Council President, will make you mine. I'll ensure you become a part of my world. Witnessing your defeat, Kaori, would be my greatest satisfaction."

Their intensity and desire to claim me left me overwhelmed. Luna and Kaori had made their intentions clear—they wouldn't let me go easily.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, I finally spoke, attempting to ease the situation.

"Let's not fight, okay? Let's take things slowly. Being friends sounds like a good starting point, right?"

They exchanged glances, and the term 'friends' appeared foreign, as if it had lost its meaning. Eventually, they nodded in agreement.

"Right," Luna finally said. "But make sure to spend more time with me, Ced. It's a must."

Kaori added, "Luna can be quite overwhelming at times, but if you ever feel lonely, Ced, you're welcome to spend time with me. I'll be your comfort."

As an uneasy silence settled over our dorm room, one question loomed large:

Could I ever reach the peak of becoming a background character, a path that remained unique and uncharted in a world filled with clichés?

In a world where every boy dreams of having a girl beside them—someone to support them, a girl that would make them happy—some say it inspires them to do better and motivates them, but for me, it doesn't work that way.

As a guy destined to be a background character, I believed I should stay in the background.

However, fate had other plans, especially when these two popular girls became my roommates and insisted on keeping me away from the background.

We finished our dinner with a lavish spread that was never meant to happen, but it did. It all started when Kaori suggested that if Luna became overwhelming, I could spend time with her, offering comfort when loneliness crept in.

Just as she said that, a knock echoed at the door, continuous and abrupt, and it ceased when Luna rose from her crouch. We were bewildered by her actions, as if they had been meticulously planned.

Luna approached the door, verifying the peephole one more time, and her recognition prompted her to open the door while clad in a servant's attire.

"Lady Luna, we're here as you requested."

"Alright, place the food on the table; arrange it stylishly."

"As you wish, Lady Luna..."

Her servants promptly followed Luna's instructions, meticulously cleaning the dining table and rendering it even more opulent than before.

I had momentarily forgotten that everyone in Luna's world was like her—a pampered brat.

They laid out a luxurious feast, including pork, beef, and precious steak. Our dining table was overflowing, resembling a banquet more than a regular dinner.

The servant was about to leave, but her gaze lingered on Kaori and me, her stare fixed on Kaori as if she were glaring. She then voiced her curiosity.

"Lady Luna, why is Kaori here?"

"My father ordered that Kaori and I should share the same room."

"But, Lady Luna, she's your ri—"

"I'm aware she's my rival, and that's precisely why she's sharing a room with me. We have a final competition to settle our score."

Luna's revelation took the servant aback, filling her eyes with confusion. It appeared she didn't comprehend the nature of the final competition between Luna and Kaori.

However, when she glanced at me, something in her mind seemed to click. She smiled at me before departing, bowing to Luna.

"Lady Luna, I pray for your victory. With your looks, no one can equal your beauty. Just stay confident."

"I know, Maria. Go back to the mansion and give my regards to my father."

"Understood, Lady Luna."

Maria, the servant, and four others accompanied her in setting up the dining table and ensuring its immaculate appearance.

As they left, I stood and approached the dining table. and there were three chairs, one for Luna, Kaori, and myself.

We sat close together, with Luna on the left and Kaori on the right, and I was in the middle between these two popular girls.

Their intense gazes bore into me as I avoided eye contact and focused on my plate. Then Luna, always one to take the initiative, broke the silence.

"Ced, what would you prefer, beef steak, pork, or chicken? Or perhaps something else... besides food?"

What on earth was she thinking? I wondered. Was she okay? Unsure, I replied, "Uh, I'll go with the stir-fried vegetables."

They exchanged incredulous glances, clearly surprised at my choice.

Kaori voiced her concern, "But Ced, don't you want to try the steak?"

"I'll pass; the stir-fried vegetables are just fine."

That was it. The first rule for being a background character was to keep things simple. But my resolve didn't waver, and they appeared unconvinced.

Luna, not one to give up easily, fed me a piece of meat from her fork with a seductive smile. I had barely finished when Kaori followed suit, feeding me a piece of steak.

Luna's words resounded in my ears, "I don't have any intention of letting you become a background character, Ced."

Confused and overwhelmed, I stammered, "Eh? Just eating such a luxurious meal for dinner is so... unusual."

Luna continued, her tone teasing, "Ced, who's better, the beef steak or the pork?"

I sensed the underlying rivalry in her question, as if Luna were indirectly asking, "Who's better, Kaori or me?"

I tried to evade the question, "I don't know... it was all so sudden."

Their persistence persisted, with Luna saying, "Every taste of a person counts, Ced. Let's cut off the excuses. Who's better?"

Hesitant, I replied, "Sometimes... personal experience is the best judge, Luna."

Their rivalry escalated further, and Luna declared, "Kaori, I'm pretty sure Ced liked the pork better than the beef steak, so he doesn't like you."

Unfazed, Kaori retorted, "Luna, hearing your words, it feels like you're fabricating things."

Their argument raged on, and it seemed that they were competing for my affection.

"Stop it, Luna and Kaori!" I interjected, attempting to diffuse the situation.

Their attention shifted to me as I suggested, "Let's just enjoy our meal. It's a waste to argue in front of this delicious food. Both the beef steak and pork are excellent, so I'll eat them both."

They were taken aback by my decision, and Luna asked, "A draw?" Kaori added, "Ced..." and I explained, "It's just a matter of timing. Both the beef steaks and pork taste equally good."

I took a piece of pork and a slice of beef steak, adding them to my plate.

I savored each bite, expressing my delight, "Delicious! So delicious!"

My determination to savor both dishes led me to consume them with equal enthusiasm. Luna and Kaori, however, seemed more interested in my voracious appetite than the food itself.

"Isn't your appetite lacking tonight?" I asked, observing their flustered expressions.

Luna struggled to respond, her voice wavering, "Um, no! It's not like that. It's just that watching you eat... it feels different, like it touches my heart."

Kaori chimed in, equally flustered, "Yes, Ced, Luna's right. Your appetite for this meal is... surprising."

It was as though Luna regarded me as her beloved pet, savoring the luxurious meal while I, the adored pet, reveled in the treats she offered.

Kaori, on the other hand, appeared equally flustered but remained silent, her eyes darting between Luna and me, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.

After we finished dinner, three glasses of water were set before us, and we drank. I felt overly full, and my gratitude spilled out.

"Thank you for the wonderful meal!"

"Ced, you really eat a lot of food," Luna remarked, still amazed.

"Ced, our family has some fast-food restaurants. Maybe you'd like to visit?" Kaori suggested, subtly making a move, and Luna picked up on it.

"Or, Ced, perhaps you'd prefer going to a restaurant with buffets. My father has a friend who recommended one."

"Luna, I think Ced would prefer the fast-food restaurant over your father's friend's place."

"Oh, Kaori, Ced won't want to go to a fast-food restaurant with a crowd. You know he's a background character. I treat Ced as more than that, but you're treating him like a background character."

Kaori seethed with anger, her eyes darting like daggers across the dining table. Secretly, she extended her leg under the table, her foot connecting with Luna's, and she delivered a hard stomp, causing Luna to yell in pain.

"Ahh! Aw... K-Kaori...?" Luna winced, clutching her foot.

"Oh, Luna, are you alright? Did something bite you?" Kaori retorted sarcastically, her irritation evident.

"You brown-haired woman...!" Luna shot back, her own foot retaliating as she stomped on Kaori's in response. Her action was forceful and brimming with strength, causing Kaori to scream out in agony.

"AHHH! L-Luna?" Kaori cried, clearly in pain from the powerful retaliation.

"Oh, Kaori, did something happen to you?" Luna asked with feigned innocence, as if she bore no responsibility for the pain she'd just inflicted.

Their rivalry was intensifying, and their gazes locked in a fierce standoff. Sensing the need to intervene, I redirected the conversation.

"Kaori and Luna, how about we shift our focus to some math? There's a quiz tomorrow on lesson 1 after the discussion," I suggested, hoping to defuse the tension.

"Oh, that's right! There is a quiz on math!" they both exclaimed in unison.

They promptly cleared the dining table, placing the dishes in the sink. Luna grabbed a cloth and cleaned the dining table with a determination that matched her earlier competitiveness.

Kaori, on the other hand, retrieved three math textbooks from our bags and They both returned to the dining table, sitting down with an air of anticipation.

As we opened the math textbooks to lesson 1, page 5, titled "Introduction to Quadratic Equations," I couldn't help but lament my dislike for math. Like a true background character, I planned to slack off and skim the content without absorbing any knowledge.

Luna and Kaori, however, seemed to catch on to my intentions. Luna, ever the proactive one, spoke up first.

"Ced, would you like a tutor? I can help."

Kaori, feeling overshadowed, added with a hint of frustration, "Ced... I've heard Luna got three mistakes on her math exam, even at her previous school, scoring a 37/40, not a perfect score? Pathetic. You aced the entrance exam at Ouran Academy, but it seems like pure luck."

Luna smirked, retorting, "Oh, Kaori, I've improved since then. That's why I aced the entrance exam at Ouran Academy. Why bring up the fact that you entered Ouran Academy last year and made one mistake on the entrance exam? It must hurt to be second."

"Damn you, Luna!"

"Give it a try, second-placer."

I interjected to diffuse their escalating rivalry, "Kaori and Luna, I'd appreciate it if both of you could teach me."

Their bickering ceased, and they responded in unison, "Wh-why?"

"Two heads are better than one, right?" I reasoned.

They exchanged glances, seemingly convinced. Kaori begrudgingly agreed, "Okay, Ced..."

And so Kaori and Luna took up the task of tutoring me in quadratic equations. They guided me through the intricacies of the subject, and I found myself writing down formulas under their watchful eyes.

Despite my initial reluctance, I couldn't help but think it was indeed exhausting. I was supposed to embrace a carefree, happy-go-lucky background character role, but these two were determined to mold me into something more prominent.

They aimed to make me a named character, a path I vehemently resisted. I had no desire to follow the cliche path.

Instead, I, Ced Nakano, aspired to reach the pinnacle of becoming the ultimate background character, a path known only to me—a solitary number one with no second or third place contenders.