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Hi, I'm Kyren Rowan, and I've always been better at drawing than talking. My dorm is a mess of sketches, manga, and half-finished thoughts, and most days I live off convenience store food and takeout. People think I'm weird, maybe a little too obsessed with stories I could spend hours in-but it's easier to speak through panels than to actually say anything out loud. And somewhere in all those late-night sketches, my confession ended up in the panels I never spoke.
Abriel Cross works at the manga store I visit too often. Calm, unreadable, distant in the way that makes you notice him even more. He doesn't smile much, doesn't give much away, and somehow, I can't stop thinking about him.
I've started going twice a week instead of once, not because I need more manga, but because I need to see him-even if it's only for a few minutes. I don't know if he notices me, or if he'd care, or if I'd ever have the courage to say anything. So I leave it on paper instead, hoping he'll read between the lines before it's too late.