Ghostwriterr

At 18 years old, Hikaru Sano is a published novelist on the brink of a breakdown. Struggling with deadlines, a writer’s block that feels more like a writer’s mountain, and a growing pile of unpaid bills, Hikaru’s life is spiraling out of control. That is, until he’s forced to hire an assistant—Miyuki Hoshino, a no-nonsense college freshman who dreams of something more than just being another cog in the system.

Miyuki is organized, sarcastic, and the complete opposite of Hikaru. She walks in ready to help him get his life together—if only he’d get his act together long enough for that to happen. Between surviving last-minute rewrites, chaotic deadlines, and an editor who could break a man just by typing in all caps, they find themselves stuck in an unlikely partnership.

As the two spend late nights working together, an undeniable connection begins to form. But there’s a problem: both Hikaru and Miyuki are too shy, too awkward, and way too stubborn to admit their growing feelings. Add in some dark humor, a touch of romance, and a lot of writer’s angst, and you get a comedic ride through the unpredictable world of book deadlines, creativity, and finding love where you least expect it—between the lines.

Between these Lines

Miyuki left five minutes ago. The café is getting quieter. The waitress is staring at me like I might need medical assistance.

Did Miyuki just imply she didn't mind the idea of this being a date? Did she just—

I blink slowly, then turn my gaze toward the root cause of my current emotional collapse.

She's standing outside the café, grinning like she just won a world championship.

I march over to the window and dramatically press my palm against it. "You planned this."

She nods, proud. "Of course I did."

I narrow my eyes. "How long have you been scheming?"

She tilts her head, thinking. "Hmm… probably since the second I met Miyuki?"

(Narrator switch: Sakura Minami – The Mastermind™)

Ah, music to my ears. The sound of a male lead realizing he's in a romance story.

"You should be thanking me, Hikaru," I say, stretching. "I just speed-ran your love story like a pro gamer."

He glares. "This isn't a novel, Sakura."

I gasp. "Blasphemy! Every moment is a potential scene, Hikaru! You just have to embrace the narrative!"

He rubs his temples like he's reconsidering all his life choices. "You need therapy."

"And you need a confession scene," I fire back. "But look at us, still waiting."

(Narrator switch: Hikaru Sano – Man in Crisis)

She laughs like a true villain, gives me a salute, and walks away.

I sigh, finally leaving the café.

As I step outside, my phone vibrates. I glance at the screen.

[Message from Miyuki: Don't be late tomorrow. We have work to do, loverboy. ❤️]

Then I stare at the heart emoji like it's a live grenade.

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