Setting: Morioh, 1999. Y/N is a romance author.

Content: Fluff

-hehe soft rohan

WRITTEN ON OCT 10, 2021 BUT PUBLISHED FEB 12, 2022.

i don't really like this chapter lol but maybe you will... so, enjoy!

As you leave your condominium to check your mailbox, you notice a letter that looks more than a regular envelope. You open it.

"Y/N L/N,

You're invited to speak at a panel at the annual author and mangaka convention. Should you decide to go, you will be debating with a mangaka about how words are better than drawings/actions.

Many people are interested in what you have to say."

You sigh. Words are clearly better than actions when describing a feeling.

"I guess I should go," you mumble to yourself.

You head out to the convention centre, giving the valet employee your keys as you pull your suitcases. Your luxurious life is all thanks to your romance novels. You can describe intense feelings with an immense amount of detail, and that's why your books are so popular.

You walk to the front desk, taking off your sunglasses. The man at the other end of the desk almost blushed immediately.

"M-Miss L/N! Are you here for your panel?" he says.

You nod, "I hope it's as interesting as people expect it to be."

"Well, you are an interesting person, so it should be. Your panel will take place at 4:00pm today in room 8. Enjoy your 3 days here!"

And with that, you're given your keys and you head to your room to drop off your stuff. You were also given an ID indicating that you're not just a visitor. You head to the large room in the middle of the building and walk around. Free stuff was handed to you, and many books were on display. As you walked through the fairly long table, half of it was manga, and the other half was novels. You saw a couple of your own books, but a manga caught your eye as you walked past its respective section.

You stop and pick up the first volume, "Pink Dark Boy?" you question, "How does that make sense?"

You flip through the first few pages, and it intrigued you. A horror manga? You had to buy it.

"How much is this?"

You walked outside and into the beautiful garden. There was a bench just waiting for someone to sit there and enjoy the atmosphere. You grabbed the manga from your tote bag and read through most of the volume before you had to go get ready for your panel.

You wore a simple but sophisticated outfit; black dress pants, black heels, a white long sleeve blouse, and a dark gray blazer to finish it. You accessorized yourself with your some jewellery, and you started walking to room 8, tote bag in hand.

You entered the room, and many cameras flashed on you as you put your tote bag under the table. You sit down where your name is.

"Y/N L/N, author of Midnight."

You see the cameras turn to the door as someone walks in. The man is dressed quite colourfully, and he has a zig-zaggy headband. He would stand out in a normal crowd.

You read the name plate placed on his side of the table, "Rohan Kishibe, author of Pink Dark Boy."

Your eyes widen. That's the mangaka of Pink Dark Boy.

He clears his throat as he sits down, smirking at you. You raise an eyebrow; why is he smirking?

The conference has started, and a couple questions were asked.

Question 1: "Mr. Kishibe, how do you portray the feeling of fear in your illustrations?"

Rohan responded, "I simply draw them. You see, I lost someone I've known for a while because of a serial killer in my town. I know what it's like to feel true fear, and I convert them into my drawings. Of course, there's dialogues and onomatopoeia's."

Question 2: "Miss L/N, how do you portray such intense feelings of love into words you can easily describe to your readers?"

You think for a moment, then respond, "Well, I wouldn't say that it's easy. I'm the type of person to exaggerate emotion and intensify them, so I guess thats what I do. The funny thing is that I don't think I've ever loved someone so deeply, and I try my best to imagine it for myself and for my readers. It's up to the readers to imagine the scenario and tweak it to how they want to perceive it. I strongly believe that words are better than illustrations."

Rohan crosses his arms, saying, "If novels are better than manga, then why did you buy one of my volumes?"

You look down at your bag. It tipped over and the Pink Dark Boy volume slipped out.

Flustered, you raise your voice, "So I'm not allowed to buy manga from time to time?"

He lays back in his chair, "If words are so much better, you wouldn't have gotten manga."

Your eyebrow twitches. This man, this annoying but sort of attractive man, was on your nerves, "W-Well it just caught my eye, okay? I can read whatever I want."

Rohan smirks smugly and the panel comes to an end after the heated argument.

Angered, you slam the manga on the table and leave the room without it. You walk off into the garden, a knot forming in your throat.

After sitting on a bench and trying to calm yourself down, someone sits beside you.

"Hey, you left this in the room."

Your eyes are met with your Pink Dark Boy volume. You take it back and look at the person who gave it to you.

Rohan Kishibe.

"Thanks..." you mutter.

He doesn't leave his spot. Instead, he pulls out a book from his bag.

Midnight.

You look at him and look back at the book. He was reading your novel!

"Why?" you ask.

"I bought it just now because I felt bad for attacking you about reading manga. My manga. Instead, I should thank you for buying it. So... thank you."

You smile at him awkwardly in response, then put your manga in your bag. As you get up to go to your room, Rohan speaks.

"Do you want to walk around the garden tomorrow? I've only seen you sit here by the entrance... and there's a lot more than that."

You turn your head, the wind breezing through your hair effortlessly, "Sure."

You walked away and Rohan blushed slightly and sighed, "Tch. Hard to get."

Your alarm wakes you up, so you groan and hit the snooze button.

Wait, when did Rohan say he wanted to go to the garden? You don't remember. You walked into the main building of the convention and was given more free stuff. You also bought the second volume of Pink Dark Boy. You attended panels that seemed interesting (but they weren't) and eventually just sat in bed again.

4:00pm.

Wait. Rohan!

You slap yourself gently, "Stop being so excited."

You head down to the main lobby. You haven't seen him all day. You walk up to the front desk and ask, "Hi, do you know Rohan Kishibe's room number?"

The receptionist looks at your ID on your lanyard and says, "Room 205."

You say thanks and head to your room to change first. You were wearing another blazer and dress pants outfit, and decided to change into something more feminine. Looking through your suitcase, you found a floral casual dress that sits above your knee. You decide to wear that with simple wedges, then you head out the door to his room.

As you arrive at his door, which was just down the hall, you knock.

You hear muffled footsteps approach the door, and you're met with a surprised Rohan.

"Oh, hey, um... how did you get my room number?" he asks.

"I asked the receptionist. You didn't tell me a time for the garden thing, Mr. Kishibe. It's not nice to keep a woman waiting," you joke.

He thinks you're being serious, "Yeah... sorry about that. I was up all night and doing something and I woke up to finish it. I'll show you later."

You smile awkwardly again as a response, "Sooo... what time are we going to the garden?"

"You're dressed up right now, so it would be better to leave now. Give me a minute," he says as he closes his door and gets his things.

He opens the door and you two walk side by side into the large garden of the convention centre.

You take a look around with a smile as Rohan watches you. You look back at him to catch him staring at you, and he quickly looks away.

"Have you read my novel yet?" you ask.

"First few pages, yeah. I was busy doing something yesterday," he responds, "How do you like my manga?"

You pull it out from your bag, saying, "Got the second volume."

He smiles for once, enlightened that you're enjoying it. You blush slightly.

On the walk, both of you talked about random things. It was so interesting because he's nothing like you. He was a mangaka, and you were an author. Your lives are much different. You learned that he lives in a small town called Morioh. He said the sky is yellow for some reason, and you really wanted to see for yourself.

It was dark outside, and you two were about to head to your rooms.

Standing at the entrance of the garden, Rohan pulls something out of his bag, "Y/N, these are the things I wanted to show you. I spent all night working on them."

He hands you two coloured pages, and the moonlight shines on it. The first page is you, sitting on the bench with all the pretty flowers. You were reading Pink Dark Boy. You looked so calm, so at peace. His art style is so unique, too.

Shocked, you look at the second page. It was you from his point of view once more. He drew his POV from when he gave you your manga back. It's you, surrounded by more pretty flowers. Your hair flows with the breeze, and your hand is delicately rested on your tote bag.

You blush furiously, hoping he can't tell in this darkness, "Rohan..."

"...Do you like it?" he asks.

You tear up, wiping your eyes with your hand, "I love it... but why? You didn't have to stay up all night to do this."

"I wanted to," he smiles at you once more, "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know," you sniffle, "It's just that I only met you yesterday and you've been nothing but kind. I'm sorry for lashing out on you at the panel."

"The people in Morioh would say much different," he laughs softly, "Don't worry about the panel. Meet me at the entrance to the building at midnight tomorrow."

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11:45pm. You're in your condominium as you went home earlier. The convention ended.

You wore comfortable clothing— you don't know why Rohan told you to meet him now. You just wanted to sleep.

Getting a ride to the convention centre, you see him waiting for you.

11:58pm.

You step out of the car and walk up to him. He hands you piece of paper.

It's you from his POV again. You're looking at his other drawings of you in your hand. Your free hand grips your cheek as you stare in awe, and the moonlight gives your face a smooth glow.

"Do you believe that drawings are better than words now?" he asks.

11:59pm.

"So what if I told you, 'I love you, Rohan Kishibe'? Is that not enough for your heart to react?" you ask him.

"And what if I did this," he responds and tilts your chin up. He kisses you as gently as he drew you. He didn't want to mess up.

12:00am. Midnight.

He pulls away, finishing his sentence, "Is that not enough to tell you that I love you too, Y/N L/N?"

Let's be honest, Rohan could've used Heaven's Door to make you love him, but that would mean the connection between you two is fake.

But it's not.

- waaoow long oneshot 2k words