AN: Not a warning but this one isn't really... Fun. Kind've moody and angsty at times. Just thought I would say that beforehand.

If You're No One And You Know It... (High School DxD SI Chapter 1)

A knock came from the student council office door.

"Enter." Tsubasa Yura called out as the rest of the student council were busy with their own stuff. Her eyes lit up as she started to smile, before her smile fell to a more neutral one. "Hey Jiro, did you come to visit?"

Jiro Yura, a second year high school student of Kuoh Academy, and Tsubasa's younger brother. However beyond the hair color, most people wouldn't know they were siblings. He was a bit pudgy thus not easy to tell the two looked alike.

Jiro's eyes looked melancholic, like they were a step away from crying and tired. When he looked at the room, taking the people in, he didn't meet anyone's eyes.

"Class 2-C finished up their club members lists." Jiro said in a neutral tone, before pushing the papers forward to Tsubasa as she was the closest one near him. "Here?" He said with a voice as it feeling he was making a faux pas, but just wanted to finish up quickly.

"Ah...thanks." Tsubasa said with a pained smile, taking the papers, the whole interaction feeling awkward.

"Tsubasa," Sona spoke up. "You can take a break if you want. Most of the workload doesn't seem that heavy today."

Tsubasa smile, about to accept only for Jiro to interrupt.

"Then I should get out of your hair then," Jiro said, making Tsubasa turn to him.

"Um, wait, Jiro." Tsubasa tried to reach out.

"Don't worry, I won't take time from your break. Take care, big sis." And with that Jiro turned and left.

As the door closed, Tsubasa dropped her hand and sighed, before going back to her seat.

"Ne, Tsu-chan." The white haired Momo spoke up. "Are things...okay between you two?" She didn't want to impose before, but similar interactions like this happened enough that she had to ask.

"Yeah," Tsubasa sighed. "Jiro's always been..." Distant. With everyone. But Tsubasa didn't say that. "Not good with people." She settled on saying.

"Hmm, maybe he just needs to build his confidence!" The reddish-brown haired Tomoe said with a wide smile, and cheery voice.

"That..." Tsubasa gave pained smile. It would make things worse. "He's probably just at that age." She offered an excuse and took her seat as she looked through the paper her brother brought. He was likely forced to be the one to deliver them to the student council by the classroom representative who was too lazy to do it. She would have to have words with them later.

As Tsubasa skimmed through the paper, like usual, Jiro wasn't listed in any club. She hoped he would at least join the manga, or anime club, just any hobby where he would interact with people more. It's not like he didn't have friends, but she never felt he was close with anyone. She couldn't help but worry about him.

"Does he know that you're a Devil?" Sona spoke up out of the blue, making the rest of the Peerage suddenly worried.

Tsubasa however didn't seem bothered, and just gave a thoughtful hum.

"Probably," her nonchalant shrug confused her friends and King. "If only it was a recent thing." She said with a tired smile. "Like I said, Jiro's always been like that. I don't think he would care. He would just go 'Huh. Okay' and just carry on with his day." She sighed.

The discussion was halted and soon went to the back of the Peerage's mind to be forgotten. Thus another day went in Kuoh Acadmy.

I looked around various groups that stayed after school for their club activity.

There was the volleyball jumping around, like it's a sports anime. There goes some girls really working those muscles, running in track and field. Nice legs too.

I only looked for a second, and out of the corner of my eyes. I didn't want to labeled a pervert, like the school's infamous trios. No one wanted to be like them.

Ironically, it's less likely to be called a pervert now since those three are so outrageous. Guess they set a new standard what's classified as a "pervert".

Thank you for raising the standards, Perverted Trio.

"Woohoo! Look at those bouncing Oppais!" Shouted Issei Hyoudou.

"Man, Chihiro's buns are in top form today!" Matsuda cried out.

"Wait, Kazumi's boobs? Yes! They definitely grew 0.2 centimeters! Hurrah for puberty!" Motohama said out loud.

And there they were, almost on cue ogling the Track and Field girls. They're gonna get the shit beaten out of them later. Usually because they stick around for a bit to check out the girls, rather than go home right away.

My eyes lingered on Issei for a second, before I turned away, and walked to the school gate for my friend group.

I felt nothing about Issei. Huh, guess all that apathy worked out after all. I'm not sure what I used to feel about the DxD Protagonist. Maybe it would have been camaraderie in another life.

In this one though? Kind of difficult not to feel anything but annoyance, that you're basically a background character in someone else's life. And that just builds up to resentment and frustration.

At everyone. At yourself for not being special.

I tried the whole "summon a Sacred Gear" thing when I was kid after realizing what world I reincarnated into.

Sorry, you're not special. You're just here to watch other people who are.

At least, that's what it felt like the universe was saying.

"Yo, Jiro!" Kouji waved as I reached the group.

"S'up." I nodded to him. "Akira, Eri." I greeted the other two, this time not pausing at saying Eri's name and making things awkward. The two said hi back, Akira in a calm tone, and Eri in a cheerful one.

Akira and Kouji were my friends since last year, but Eri was also their friend and thus hanged out with us a few times. I don't have a problem with her, but, well, I don't know how to talk around girls, so I just end up feeling like a third, well, fourth wheel in the group.

Yeah, Akira did look like a girl at times, but he has this grunt in his voice that makes him sound like he's a step away from starting to spit at you, or throw a punch. Actually that made it easier to talk around him.

"So, movies?" Akira asked.

"Oooh! There is this really cool one about..." Kouji started talking excitedly about some new Drag-so Ball movie.

I felt a bit of that twist of anger and self-deprecation, like a small splinter in my chest at the mention of anime.

Yeah, I went the route of trying to make money by using media from my past life. Popular novels, manga or anime? Yeah, doesn't work.

Turns out there is a considerable amount of luck involved in making a smash hit as a writer, regardless of genre or industry. Or you're just a hack whose not good at making an idea work or be popular.

I felt my eyes start to water, like at the very back before it got teary.

Don't cry in public. Do not fucking crying public, you worthless piece of shit!

I looked away, trying to act like some buildings nearby were really fucking interesting, while keeping an ear to the group.

"Hey, why don't we forget the movies and just go eat? There's this really good ramen shop that opened recently." Eri spoke up.

"Awww, come on, Eri." Kouji whined.

"I kinda wanna see Machine Girl," Akria spoke up.

"I mean," Kouji had a sad frown as he thought about it. "That's good too, but I really want to see Drag-so Ball: Combine Remerge, re-release."

You know, more than my failure at making a success as a writer, I really fucking hate how Drag-so Ball is a success in this world, and other anime hack parodies of ones from my old world.

"Alright, we have a plan!" Eri pumped her fist up.

The other two made similar motions with Kouji more enthusiastic, and I did the same too. As long as I don't get to sit next to Eri in the cinema, and be constantly reminded of a cute big boobed girl next to me, then going out today should be good.

That movie was seriously fucking stupid.

Yes, Eri did end up sitting next to me, as Kouji was by her side, and Akira was by my other side. But really I couldn't focus on anything, as I was just wide-eyed, shell shocked at how over the top gory and ridiculous that movie was.

I'm not gonna be able to eat, or even look at shrimp for a while.

Still, it was a good day, as I kept my mind off things, and could just go home and die on the bed. Sadly not literally.

Well, not 'sadly', I'm not being literal. Fuck, I hate being a teenager again.

As entered my room and dropped bag by the bed, I noticed a talisman paper half-covered by one of the books on my desk.

A Devil Summoning Contract.

Didn't I throw that out? Did Tsubasa put it in my stuff again?

I never confronted her about the whole "being a Devil" thing, but, well...did it even matter. She can go have her anime adventure and be part of maybe Saji's harem, or whatever. It has nothing to do with me.

This world has nothing to do with me. I'm no one after all.

Maybe my memory got erased and I don't know, so that's why the contract is here. Or maybe Tsubasa kept leaving it around, so I would use it as it would be an easy way for her to make Devil Points or whatever.

Or maybe she left it because she wants me to wish to stop being a sad sack of shit!

I grabbed the paper and sat on my bed, glaring at the Devil Contract. I stared at the damn thing, just watching it intensely, looking at the design, the wording at the top about "strong desire can fuel a wish", at how the design on the talisman glows at some angles, that makes you think they went the extra effort to make this pamphlet like that with normal means and not magic.

A wish. So fucking stupid.

So what? Should I wish for superpowers? To be part of the DxD story and to do cool stuff and matter?

Yeah, right. No. Superpowers don't change who you are. The miserable weasel of loser inside isn't gonna change from having superpowers. At your core, you are who you are. And that's never gonna change.

My mind immediately went to stories about people that turned their life around, and right away I couldn't help but want to scream "bullshit!".

No. Good things like that happened to other people. People who had better willpower, motivation and a reason to succeed.

Can I wish to have a different personality so I stop feeling awkward around girls? Or that I stop thinking of stuff that makes me hate myself? Or maybe that I don't feel like I'm about to cry, because things, or a situation, or anything that happens around me in public that are just the tiniest bit stressful?

Maybe I can wish that I just have the willpower to do, the things I want to do, whether it's writing, or being confident, or learn magic or just...in this anime world, in this life, everyone is having fun, and I'm the only one miserable on this ride.

I took a deep breath and let it out. I began to crumble up the paper to throw it in the bin when it glowed in my hand.

No, no, no! Shit, shit, shit!

I don't want to get involved in the DxD plot or world.

I don't want to!

A magic circle appeared in the middle of my room, and from it a familiar person that I saw everyday at school rose from it.

"Hello, Jiro," Sona Shitori, or rather Sitri, smiled at me. "So, this is an unexpected surprise." Her eyes narrowed in that deductive way, as her smile widened. "Or rather not. How interesting, you're not surprise that I'm a Devil." She grinned. "So, it looks like we have quite a bit to talk about. After all, I am here to grant your wish."