PICTURES.

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"I HAVE TO GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT!"

Your voice rang out, while the caller on the other end sighed.

"I know, Y/N. You've said that three times now." She sighed.

"But I can't! What am I supposed to do?" You asked, shaking your phone violently.

For a few weeks now, you sat in your chair, hunched over your desk, and did nothing but that and eat.

You were tired, and angry.

Angry, because you were experiencing something some people called a writer's block.

"You've got to figure it out by yourself, Y/N. Your readers are waiting for a new chapter." The woman on the phone responded, a slightly agitated tone ringing through your ears.

"I know, I know! I'm just...stuck! I don't know what to draw!" You whined, like a child.

"Okay, Y/N. Get it together! You're trending! You can't let this fame slip away so easily! You're a young, mysterious manga author, with thousands of fans! You've published three books in your series so far, and each one has been a hit! You can't stop now!" Her voice, which you weren't sure was angry or encouraging, blasted through the speaker of your phone.

You lifted your legs to your chest, and rocked back and forth on your chair.

The room rang with silence, as you started to brainstorm ideas.

"I just...need motivation! I need to get inspiration!" You decided, leaning forward into your desk.

"Yes! Okay! Would you like me to find you the soonest soccer game in your area?" The woman asked, happy that you wanted to get to work.

"No need, Yhoru! I'm contacting someone right now!" You assured her, tapping your fingers speedily across your keyboard.

"M'kay, Y/N. When your next volume of Kick Off! releases, I better hear it's flying off the shelves." Yhoru warned slightly.

"Uh huh! Bye, Yhoru!" You sang, before hanging up.

Your eyes quickly skimmed down the long list of contact numbers you had written down on a google doc.

Finally, they landed on the one you were looking for.

"Jinpachi Ego." You breathed, reciting the name before dialling the number beside it.

The name belonged to a man who had met you at a meeting with your assistant, Yhoru, and talked to you briefly about soccer, but to his disappointment and astonishment, you didn't really know anything about soccer.

"I looked it up." Was your frequent answer to his questions.

He left shortly after, but not before giving you his number.

The phone rang for a bit, as you started to again, rock back and forth on your chair.

You jumped when the ringing stopped, as a voice replaced it.

"Um, Jinpachi Ego?" You started off, making sure it was the right number.

"Who's this?" The voiced sneered, on the other end.

"Uh, Y/N...L/N. Um, you are Jinpachi Ego, right?" You awkwardly asked.

"Yeah, what do ya want?" He impatiently asked.

"Well," You started, clearing your throat a little, "I was wondering if I could join the soccer program you mentioned a while ago." You hesitantly finished.

The line went silent, before the man on the other end sighed.

"You want to play soccer?" Ego asked, obviously confused.

"Well yes, but I'd also like to watch and have like, video recordings of all the games and stuff. It's for my series." You added, trying to be more convincing.

You deflated a bit at the long sigh that followed.

"You really haven't thought this through, have you? If you go to this soccer program, it'll mean revealing your identity to the whole world." He said, which was something that hadn't even crossed your mind even briefly.

"Oh. Um..." You raised your hand to your forehead, to rest on it.

"Just wait a second, please." You kindly told him, before scrambling out of your chair.

You nearly tripped on a soda can, a few sheets of paper, and a pile of your own clothes on your way to the door.

Your room was messy, but you didn't mind.

You were much to occupied with more important matters.

You jogged through your apartment to your laundry room-not that you washed your clothes frequently-and found another of your few phones lying in a basket of laundry to be to washed.

You picked it up, and jogged back to your room, dialling Yhoru as you went.

"Yhoru! I need your expertise opinion right now!" You yelled, and by the sound of her hissing, you had yelled pretty loud.

"What now, Y/N?" She groaned.

You flung yourself back onto your chair, before telling her everything that had happened during your conversation with Ego.

"What exactly happens in this soccer program?" Yhoru sceptically asked.

"I can't answer that, lady." Ego stubbornly replied.

"I'm not sure if this is a good idea, Y/N." Yhoru sighed.

As your assistant, she usually gave you the best advice.

Her job relied on you, and you relied on her to drop by every month and clean up after you.

"Weren't you saying just yesterday that I should get up and get some exercise, though?" You grinned, reminding her of her earlier words of advice.

Yhoru let out a grumble, before taking to you.

"It's your choice then, Y/N. But you should get some exercise prior to going to the program, or you'll die from overworking your body." Yhoru advised, pointing out something you were trying to avoid doing.

This time, it was you who groaned; "Ughhhhh, I don't wanna...I'm so tired."

"You have to do what you have to do, Y/N. It's for the sake of your career." Yhoru said.

"Okay, okay. I'll do it. When does it start?" You asked, holding up the phone you were calling Ego on.

"In two months or so." Ego replied.

"Two months?! What will I do in the meantime?" You gasped, starting to panic again.

You had to hold out for another two months!

"I'll email you the form a week prior." Ego started to say. "I know you wouldn't check your mail anyways." He ended, before hanging up.

But what he forgot to tell you, was that you were going to be the only girl there.