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Synopsis: Noa Aizawa as a frustrated junior crew member at a TV station, she spends her days with a sketchbook where she pours out all her longing to draw her dream guy, Ren Kurosawa

Until one day, A ray of light from her sketchbook emerges from a scribbled pencil line and suddenly a man crawls out of the page. This man calls himself Reno, wears a half-buttoned shirt, speaks like an anime reject and insists that he is here to "help her find true love." What happens next is a messy romance

A Doodle in a Sketchbook

Narrator: Noa and Reno reluctantly agree to film a pilot episode with Greg's studio. It's awkward. It's hilarious. It involves a clawfoot bathtub in the middle of a fake forest. But in between absurd takes and slippery accidents, something shifts: Noa starts seeing Reno differently.

Not just as chaos with cheekbones, but someone who actually *sees* her. Meanwhile, Greg is on the verge of a breakdown trying to direct them through an "emotionally vulnerable undressing" scene involving bubble wrap. Noa laughs, cries, slips on shampoo, and ends the day unsure whether she's falling in love or just losing her grip on reality.

Greg had two rules for their first shoot.

"One: always cheat your angles toward the camera. Two: never eat the edible props."

Reno was already holding a banana labeled "Scene Partner."

Noa slapped it out of his hand. "Focus. This is real. Sort of."

They were on set again. The theme this time: "Emotional Hygiene."

The set: a clawfoot bathtub filled with bubbles in the middle of a fake mossy forest.

"This is like Narnia," Noa muttered. "If Mr. Tumnus had unresolved horniness."

Costume: silk robes. Lighting: dreamy. Reno's hair: disrespectfully fluffy.

Greg barked direction from behind a ring light. "Noa! You're the repressed art major! Reno, you're the misunderstood muse-turned-personal loofah!"

Reno nodded, deeply serious. "Got it. I'll bring vulnerability and exfoliation."

Noa sank into the lukewarm bath, clutching a loofah like a weapon.

Noa slipped. Reno tried to catch her. They knocked over a fake fern, hit a lighting stand, and nearly took Greg's wig off.

"Cut!" Greg shrieked. "That's not passion, that's workplace hazard!"

Reno, dripping foam, raised a loofah. "We're method actors. This is drowning-based tension."

Noa's robe slightly slipped. Reno's voice softened.

"You're not just a sketch," he whispered. "You're the reason I have lines."

Greg whispered into the mic: "YES. GO DEEPER."

Noa stared into Reno's eyes—and for a split second, forgot they were on a set.

That flutter. That oh-no-I-might-feel-something flutter.

Greg waved his clipboard. "Good. But next scene: emotional undressing."

"No. Like bathrobe," Greg said, holding up a roll of pink bubble wrap. "But symbolic."

Reno helped her unwrap herself from the bubble wrap robe while reciting lines like, "Every pop is a memory released."

Noa stood there, wrapped like a sweaty gift, unable to stop laughing.

Reno grinned. "Because chaos is our love language."

Greg was pleased. "You two are a content goldmine. Weird, sparkly, emotionally questionable—but sellable."

She was soaking wet. Emotionally confused. Possibly in love with a man who used to be a drawing.

Back at the hotel, Reno towel-dried his hair.

Noa sat on the bed, sketchbook open, staring at a new doodle: the two of them in the bathtub. Smiling.

Then, quietly, "This was supposed to be temporary."

He leaned closer. "Yeah. But maybe we're permanent in the weirdest way."

Because when he reached over and gently popped a piece of leftover bubble wrap by her ear, she laughed—

Not because they ran out of jokes.

But because something finally settled between them.

Chapter 14 — Soft Lights, Hard Feelings