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Synopsis: Noa Aizawa, a communication arts student with an overly critical brain and sarcastic mouth, gets a rare opportunity to intern at a national TV station as an assistant to a documentary crew
Dream? Maybe, But not if she has to work with Ren Kurosawa

They are paired as an intern crew at a national TV station. At first awkward Then absurd, Then sensual and have to face technical misunderstandings, sharing rooms.
This is not love on location but this is professional horny confusion, Overcoming differences in work style, personality, and absurd interests that are increasingly unstoppable with the background of the absurd television world

Isn't This Adorable Comedy: Arc 1 - Noa and Ren

Which meant me, slowly liquefying in front of the camera.

Daiki yelled from the far end of the set.

I grabbed the metal sheet like a weapon, shuffled toward the host, and squinted under the sun. My shirt was sticking to my spine, my bangs were attacking my eyes, and I could feel my bra doing something illegal to my ribcage.

Ren stood nearby, adjusting white balance.

Why did he look like he belonged in a Vogue spread, while I looked like I fell into a fryer?

Yuri, the host, struck her pose in front of a stall selling spicy rice cakes.

"This food is so hot," she said breathily. "I might need CPR."

After take three, I ducked behind a parasol and wiped my face with a tissue that instantly gave up. I was overheating. Vision blurry. Brain fuzzy.

A cold water bottle appeared in front of my face.

"You look like you're malfunctioning."

"Cool. You look like you walked out of a skincare commercial."

I hated that he watched me like that. Calm. Focused. Like I was a puzzle he wasn't in a rush to solve.

And I hated more that I wanted him to keep watching.

Later, Yuri called out, "Let's shoot the walking shot!"

Which meant me and Ren walking behind her as fake background crew. Easy.

And suddenly, Ren's arm brushed against mine.

"Whoa," I muttered, tripping slightly.

His hand shot out. Caught me by the wrist. Steadied me.

My chest was heaving. My face inches from his.

"Your mouth is very close to mine," I replied, also quietly.

We both blinked back to reality.

But my pulse? Still sprinting laps inside my body.

After wrap, as I coiled cables with shaking hands, Yuri wandered over with a smirk.

She gestured between us. "You've got that look."

"The 'we're pretending nothing's happening but we've mentally made out four times' look."

Ren, who was walking past with a tripod, paused. Looked at me.

I had a full emotional meltdown in silence.

That night, while transferring footage in the editing room, Ren hovered behind me.

Monitor light casting a glow. His presence warm. Too warm.

"You flinched when I touched you today."

I didn't answer. My mouth opened, but no sound came.

Leaving me with files to transfer, a heart rate monitor beeping in my head, and the very clear realization that:

Chapter 4: His Mouth Was 30cm from Mine. I Died.