"HEY, EGO! I HAVE AN IDEA!"

"What's it now?" Ego groaned, through the phone.

This was the fourth time you had called him in a week, and he wasn't sure if he could take it anymore.

"I can use my real name, without revealing my identity! I don't use my real name whenever I publish my manga, anyways!" You excitedly shared with him, rocking back and forth on your chair.

It was true.

You never published your books under the name Y/N L/N.

It was always this other name that you would use.

Miran Geijutsuka.

Miran, a name meaning illusion, and Geijutsuka, which was 'artist' in Japanese.

"This a lot of work for me, ya know? First you asked to be fed better food than everyone else because you needed it for energy, then you said if you had to wear a uniform, it needed pockets for your sketch pad and pencil, then you wanted all the video recordings sent to you." Ego summed up, as you heard a cream on the other end of the line-he probably leaned back into his chair.

"Um,yes, and...?" Your voice went higher at the end of your question.

Were you asking for too much?

"In return, your going to help me analyze and supervise my project, along with my assistant." The answered, causing you to let out a relieved sigh.

"Yeah, sure! I'm great at that..." You said, trying to be enthusiastic.

"I'll be going now." Ego unenthusiastically said, before hanging up.

You put down your phone, before turning on your computer to watch edits of your own manga.

You noticed your most popular character was the cold white haired side character, Toshiro Ren.

"Ah, I guess I can make some sketches of him and post them." You decided, realizing you had to give your fans something over the course of two months.

You bent down from your chair, and picked up a random piece of paper off the ground.

You plucked a pencil from the jar near the side of your desk, and began to quickly draw the character.

After five minutes, your sketch of Toshiro and a sketch of a possible cover, they were done.

"Okay! Time to post it!" You smiled, holding up the paper to your face.

Using your legs to push yourself away from your desk, your chair unexpectedly toppled over, causing you to land on your floor with a loud 'BANG!'

"Ow...my back." You groaned, rubbing your sore back.

You grunted as you picked yourself up, then picked up your chair and placed it upright.

"Phew...that chair was hard to lift. I really need some exercise!" You joked, laughing at the thought of doing exercise.

Wait...

"Oh." You realized, pouting.

You needed to start working out, or something.

"Okay! I got this...I'll run a lap around the track nearby! And I need to practice soccer too!" You smiled to yourself, pumping your fist.

All of your motivation left seconds later, when you were trying to find something to wear.

"Ah, all my clothes are dirty." You paused.

There was only one way to fix this problem!

"Time to get new ones!" You smiled, finding a solution.

You grabbed your phone and headphones, snapping them over your ears.

You turned up your music, blasting TV Girl in your ears, preparing to venture out of your apartment in forever.

You walked out the door to your apartment for the first time in months, and were faced with something you hadn't seen or felt in what seemed like years.

A hiss left your mouth as the sun beamed down on your figure.

"Too bright!" You muttered to yourself, covering your eyes with your hands.

It had been ages since you had faced the sun.

A few people, some walking their dogs and stuff, stared at your weird actions.

In response, you awkwardly pulled down your hood, hiding your face further.

You then tried rubbing your eyes to adjust to your new surroundings, but your hands were met with glasses.

"I forgot to take off my blue light glasses..." You thought to yourself.

Then you realized a few more things.

"Oh. I don't have a car...Where am I going again?" You stupidly asked nobody in particular, scratching your head.

"Oh yeah, to go shopping for clothes." You remembered, starting to walk the direction of the mall.

After a long walk, you finally reached the mall.

"I'm so...tired..." You huffed, seeking the nearest place with air conditioning.

You walked through the mall, trying to focus on buying clothes.

You tried.

A few minutes later, you exited the art store with a new set of pens and other stationary.

But right after that, you spotted a book store.

"A book store!" you felt proud at the thought of your series being inside.

Wanting to see if it was, you steeped inside, and went straight for the manga section.

Your eyes scammed the shelves, until you found it!

Kick off! Volume 3, one copy resting on the top shelf.

You smiled to yourself.

"Wow! Only one copy left...my series is so popular!" You grinned, pride swelling up in your chest.

Your hand reached for the top shelf, and your hand had just skimmed the spine of the book, before another hand shot straight at it at the same time.

Both your and the other person's hand collided, causing the book to fall.

You turned to try and catch it, but a foot shot out from underneath the falling book.

The book landed on the person's foot, as they landed.

"Whoa." You breathed, impressed with this person's ability to trap objects.

"Mm...Reo, buy this for me." The boy who caught the book boredly mumbled.

A boy with purple hair, who you assumed was Reo, took the book from the other boy's hands.

"Why do you want this, Nagi?" He asked the white haired boy, who you assumed was Nagi.

"I've been looking for a copy for a long time. I like it." Nagi simply replied.

"Whoa! A fan!" You thought.

Reo ruffled Navi's hair. "Whatever you want, Nagi!" He smiled widely, before noticing you.

"Whoa! A gay!" You thought.

"Do you need something?" He asked, politely.

"Oh, no." You said, awkwardly.

You quickly turned to shuffle away, but Nagi grabbed the sleeve of your hoodie.

"Hey. Do you like this series too?" He asked.

"Um, I guess so?" You replied, not sure why he was asking.

Nagi just nodded in response.

You didn't know what to say afterwards, so you just quickly slipped away.