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

I have had exactly zero hours of peace since last night.

Why? Because every time I close my eyes, my brain replays that text from Miyuki in slow motion.

> Don't be late tomorrow. We have work to do, loverboy. ❤️

1. Assume it was just a joke and pretend like I'm not currently dying inside.

2. Assume it wasn't a joke and actually die inside.

I choose Option 3: Suffer in silence.

"Good morning," Miyuki says as I walk in, sipping her tea. Calm. Unbothered. A menace.

"Morning," I mutter, already avoiding eye contact.

(Narrator switch: Miyuki Hoshino – Maximum Smug Mode Activated)

I have never seen Hikaru this flustered.

He's sitting at his desk, gripping his coffee cup like it's a life raft in a storm. His entire soul looks like it's trying to escape his body.

"So…" I say casually. "Did you sleep well?"

"You seem distracted today, Hikaru," I continue, fully enjoying this. "Something on your mind?"

He refuses to look at me. "Nope. Nothing. Brain empty."

I hum. "That's a shame. Because I was thinking…" I set my tea down and tilt my head. "If yesterday really was a 'date'—"

"IT WASN'T," he blurts out instantly.

(Narrator switch: Sakura Minami – Watching from the Shadows)

I peek around the corner, silently observing my masterpiece.

The romance? Slowly but surely unfolding.

"Excellent," I whisper to myself, taking notes. "This is just like Chapter 14 of 'Hopeless Idiots in Love.'"

I take a sip of my soda. "If they don't confess soon, I might have to escalate things."

Flustered Idiot Syndrome