Ninth day of confinement
Translated by SoundDestiny
Edited by Kaepinned
After breakfast.
The standoff with the liquid tablet continues.
I repeatedly divide frames appropriately, erase them, draw a rough sketch that looks like a character, and then erase it.
If I were capable of coming up with masterpieces, I wouldn’t have had my name rejected by editors so many times.
‘──No, wait? Do I have to draw an interesting story on a commercial level this time? It doesn’t matter if the work is terrible. I’m not getting paid for this. I don’t have to worry about how the editors feel about it, or whether it will get buzz on social networking sites.’
The girl just asked me to draw a manga.
Then there is nothing difficult about it.
It’s not a romantic comedy manga that will sell, as the editor in charge told me to make, but a manga that will please the girl.
It’s a lot easier when you think about it that way.
‘Then again, a manga with her in it would be better, wouldn’t it?’
Looking back, there have been a few events that have happened in my confinement with her that could have been a story.
‘Can we have a four-panel story about everyday life?’
I take up a pen.
At first, I drew a four-panel comic based on the incident where she made me eat her sugar-covered fingers.
It was done easily, in less than 30 minutes.
The resistance I had felt to drawing manga up until then seems to have been a lie.
‘Would people think I’m lazy with this? I should draw a short. In any case, I’ll play with it.’
This time, I am drawing a short manga based on yesterday’s conversation.
When I don’t have to worry about reader reception, I am more willing to experiment with novel panel layouts and character designs and I get more and more into it.
“……”
I didn’t even notice she was by my side.
With two silver trays on the floor.
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Only then, I realise that it’s already dinner time.
I think I have skipped lunch.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll eat now.”
I hurriedly put down my pen and replace it with a spoon.
“May I?”
“Oh, yeah, you can read it. I haven’t finished the finer details yet, but please do if you still want to.”
I then hurriedly scrape down my lunch.
“……”
The girl operates the liquid tablet.
She reads the comic as if she is chewing each piece.
I watch her with a hurried feeling as I am slowly rolling the jelly for my dinner on my tongue.
Eventually, when I finish my two nutritional meals, she looks up from the liquid tab.
“How is it?”
I ask her, looking into her face.
‘What does she think of this first project?’
“Thank you.”
Surprisingly, it is a positive response.
“Umm, why thank you?”
I anticipated the words [interesting] or [boring] or some other critique of the work, so that’s why I tilt my head and ask.
“……”
But she doesn’t answer my question and she begins to put away the silver trays.
I cannot read her entire expression because of the mask.
But the corner of her eyes definitely loosen.
That reaction is enough for me at the moment.
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