I wasn't always like this. Thinking about what deidara said"what is your past origin?."
Before quirks.
Before masks.
Before the word pain started sounding like a philosophy instead of a feeling—
I was just… normal.
Back then, my world didn't have heroes or villains. Just people pretending they were important.
High school ended quietly for me. No grand memories. No dramatic confessions. College was where things became… noisy.
Everyone acted like a main character.
Loud laughter in hallways. Overconfidence with no substance. People talking about dreams like the world owed them something just for existing.
I didn't hate them.
I just didn't care.
I sat in the back. Observed. Listened.
If stories taught me anything, it was this—
The ones who shout about being special usually aren't.
I liked characters with villain vibes.
The ones who moved in silence.
Side characters who looked insignificant… until it was too late.
Cid Kagenou.
Pain.
Aizen.
(Author : mc is big fan of cid kagenou from eminence in shadow.)
That kind of existence made sense to me.
College break time.
I was sitting alone, earphones in, phone tilted slightly away from the sun. haikyuu was playing— sports anime. The kind of anime that didn't pretend to be more than it was.
That's when my friend dropped into the seat beside me.
"Shit," he groaned. "I skipped lecture again."
I didn't look away from the screen. "You always do."
He laughed, then paused.
"Hey… you didn't bring your bike today?"
My finger froze on the screen.
"…What?"
"I didn't see it in the parking lot," he continued casually. "Or maybe I missed it?"
My heartbeat spiked.
Too fast. Too sudden.
"No," I said, already standing. "I parked it."
I didn't wait for his reply.
I ran.
The parking lot came into view—and my stomach dropped.
Empty.
No matte-black body.
No familiar scratch near the exhaust.
No handle leaning slightly left.
I searched once.
Twice.
Three times.
Nothing.
My mind scrambled. Cameras.
I remembered where I parked. I knew the exact spot.
But when I checked—
There was no camera covering that angle.
Still, I checked every feed I could access. Every possible route. Every exit.
I even found a clip of myself parking it.
Clear as day.
And then—
Nothing.
No footage of anyone taking it.
No movement.
No theft.
As if it had simply… disappeared.
I went home late.
My father was waiting.
He scolded me the entire night. About responsibility. Carelessness. Money. Reality.
I didn't argue.
I couldn't.
That bike wasn't just metal and rubber.
It was freedom.
Routine.
Something mine.
When it vanished, something else went with it.
I fell into a quiet depression.
Days blurred. Nights stretched.
So I escaped.
I rewatched Naruto.
Then One Piece.
Then Bleach.
No fillers.
Only the core. The pain. The ambition. The will to stand alone against the world.
Five years passed like that.
I got a job.
Average office.
Average salary.
Average life.
A background character.
And I was… okay with that.
Then came the day before my wedding.
We exchanged rings.
Her smile was bright. Nervous. Real.
For once, I thought—
Maybe this life is enough.
We talked about the future. Small things. Simple things.
And then—
You already know what happened.
The road was quiet.
Too quiet.
I opened my eyes in another world.
And the bike—
The one thing I lost—
Became the trigger for everything.
Silver exhaled softly, staring at the ceiling.
"So that's my past," he murmured.
No anger.
No regret.
Just understanding.
"Guess I was always meant for the shadows."
Outside, the city slept peacefully.
Unaware.
That the story had already begun.