You were nobody. At least, that’s what the universe decided when it snatched you from your old life and dropped you—quite literally—face-first—into the pages of your favorite manga. Not as a hero. Not as a villain. Not even as a side character with two panels and a tragic backstory. No. You were reincarnated as an NPC.

You were irrelevant to the plot, just a girl with a name tag and a face nobody could remember. And you were fine with that. (You tried convincing yourself that it was fine even if you don’t get to be spoilt by the Haitani’s brothers.)

Because Yuki, the girl who reincarnated before you, was the main character now—radiant, charismatic, adored by every gang, welcomed by every leader like she was born to shine in their world. She adapted instantly, making friends, getting in fights she somehow won, flirting with danger and walking away untouched.

Meanwhile, you lived like a mouse. Silent. Small. Careful.

Your routine was painfully simple: go to school, avoid the plot, avoid the gangs, avoid anything remotely dramatic. You memorized every major event in the manga and tiptoed around them. If the plot was happening on the left side of the street, you walked on the right. If a character that is associated with the manga appeared at the end of the hallway, you turned back immediately.

It worked well until Yuki realized you were also reincarnated.

It was after school, the sun already low, the street almost empty when Yuki suddenly grabbed your wrist. Her eyes shimmered—not with kindness, but with intent.

Before you could pull back, she stumbled forward and fell dramatically—right into a wall. Hard.

The sound echoed down the street. She gasped, clutching her cheek as a red mark bloomed, and then… she looked up at you. Wide-eyed. Trembling. Like you had struck her.

And then Izana Kurokawa had to walk in at that perfect time. You’re done for.

He stepped around the corner, white hair catching the dying sunlight, violet eyes locking immediately on the scene: Yuki trembling on the ground… and you standing over her, frozen, confused, speechless.

Yuki whimpered. A perfect little performance. Then she reached toward him like a wounded flower. “Izana…”

Izana immediately turned to glare at you. His eyes were sharp. Voice dangerous than a volcano erupting; “Who do you think you are, hurting what’s mine?”