Intimate Scene Manga

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.exactly as they are in the picture Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh. Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair. Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh. Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
A boy who eventually becomes a doctor faces constant failures, humiliation, and poor decisions throughout his life. Despite being hardworking, he never gets the right opportunities, and in the end, he dies filled with deep regret. However, after his death, he suddenly gets a second chance and returns to his past—back to his school days. Although his body is that of a student, his mind is that of a fully experienced doctor. At first, he is shocked and confused about how this is even possible, but he soon realizes that it is not a dream, but reality. Now, he has a chance to change his life. He remembers all the mistakes, struggles, and the people who once looked down on him. From that moment, he makes a firm decision that this time, he will not make any mistakes. He begins to approach his studies, career, and decisions with a completely strategic mindset. Since he already knows which paths are right and which are wrong, he becomes focused and confident from the very beginning. Even in school, his behavior changes completely. Earlier, he was an average and uncertain student, but now he appears calm, wise, and goal-oriented. Gradually, he starts outperforming others in academics because he already understands many concepts in advance. Deep in his mind, he resolves that this time he will get into a top medical college and become a successful doctor—someone who stands on his own and is never suppressed by anyone. This transformation in his thinking and personality becomes clearly visible, and with this strong determination, he begins his new life—fully prepared to change his destiny.
L’histoire se déroule dans un collège calme où les journées sont normalement simples et organisées. Tout change avec l’arrivée d’un nouvel élève : Lucas Martin. Dès son premier jour, Lucas attire l’attention, mais pas toujours pour de bonnes raisons. Dans la salle de classe, il se présente avec enthousiasme, mais tombe rapidement en marchant. Ensuite, pendant le cours de sciences, il provoque une réaction incontrôlable en ajoutant trop de produit, ce qui remplit la salle de mousse. La situation devient encore plus chaotique pendant le sport, où Lucas mélange les équipes et crée de la confusion. Peu à peu, Lucas pense qu’il est un problème pour la classe. Il se sent inutile et différent. Cependant, ses camarades ne le voient pas de cette manière. Malgré ses maladresses, ils apprécient sa gentillesse et son énergie. Un jour, les élèves lui préparent une surprise : un diplôme de “Super Gaffeur”. Lucas est d’abord surpris et pense qu’on se moque de lui, mais il comprend rapidement que c’est un geste d’amitié. À la fin, Lucas accepte sa personnalité. Il comprend que ses erreurs font aussi rire et rapprochent les autres. Grâce à lui, la classe devient plus joyeuse et unie.
Chapter 1 : Stone It wasn’t such a blissful day, like it seemed. The sun gazed through the lightly scattered clouds, the sort of rays that make you squint at the worst possible moments. Hot days like this are rare in England; yet I don’t value them the same way as everyone else. Everyone is sweaty, stinky, and they forget what a shower is. While I was thinking those exact thoughts, I caught a glimpse of a pale green light. It soon became more than a glimpse—a scenic view, one to die for. A moment later I was in a dark room, or maybe a dark warehouse. No, it was certainly a bottomless ocean which trapped me. Me? I was free to do anything. Where was my body? I would repeat three times over millions of seconds. I lost count at 533,600,527 seconds. I never got bored, however; it all felt like an instant freeze-frame on a TV show. I knew that I counted for months, maybe years, so how did I never feel the need to sleep, not even an urge to yawn? Then it hit me: a single drop of a dark yellow liquid. Suddenly, the sun I once hated met my thankful gaze. How long had it been? How long was I turned to stone? Chapter 2 : Unravel From the first moment i realised what was going on , i started thinking the same thing over and over , im done for. How on earth would a highschool boy like me , survive all alone in a primitive world?
it needs to be in color Part Two: The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." the ring master said His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving. That was enough. After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here.
Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving. That was enough. After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here.
The story takes place in a modern Japan reshaped by the emergence of Manifestations—supernatural abilities that awakened suddenly a generation ago. At first, Manifested individuals were feared, hunted, and misunderstood. But as their numbers grew, governments were forced to adapt, creating strict systems to regulate, train, and monitor them. Society now lives in a tense balance: Manifested citizens walk the same streets as ordinary people, yet invisible lines divide them. To manage this new reality, elite institutions like Reidō Academy were established. Part school, part military facility, part containment center, Reidō trains young Manifested students to control their powers while quietly assessing which ones might become threats. Behind its polished reputation lies a network of surveillance, political agendas, and secret research into unstable awakenings.The world outside the academy is no safer. Criminal syndicates exploit Manifested children, rogue operatives like Ryona Itadori challenge the government’s authority, and rumors spread of ancient bloodlines whose powers defy classification. Ordinary citizens live in awe and fear, unsure whether Manifestations are humanity’s evolution—or its downfall. Amid this fragile landscape, a new generation rises: students with unstable abilities, hidden pasts, and destinies shaped by forces they don’t yet understand. And at the center of it all stands Toji Zenith, an unmanifested boy whose quiet presence hides a power older and more dangerous than the world is prepared for.
lets do a 4 page comic story of how the clown become a Director Of Photography. Use the attached pictures for charecter reference. Use the following for precise design parameters. 🔒 MASKED DIRECTOR MASTER STYLE LOCK (UPDATED) Visual Style Core • Smooth graphic novel illustration inspired by Sin City • High-contrast black and white • Clean inked shapes • Solid blacks • Sharp edges • No photorealism • Occasional deep red accents only • Dark, theatrical, stoic tone like a pantomime villain • Distressed texture allowed on background only CRITICAL CLOTHING CONTROL • NO grain texture on clothing • NO speckled shading on fabric • NO noise overlay on characters • NO painterly brush texture on clothes • Clothing rendered with clean solid blacks • Controlled ink line detail for folds • Hard graphic shadow shapes only • Texture restricted to background elements only Panel Rules (When Used in Comics) • Solid white panel borders • White or lightly textured background (unless specified otherwise) • Clean speech bubbles with bold comic lettering • No background texture bleeding into characters Character Integrity • Designs must remain consistent across panels • Even when seen from behind or side angle, silhouettes must match established design • Equipment must be clearly visible and readable • Secondary characters slightly lifted in tonal value if needed to separate from foreground Make The Clown sinister with a sinister laugh
What i was thinking for my story was that after reaching the age of 8 you get to find your power called "renx". Renx allows you to summon a weapon your weapon could be anything even another human, the Renx is different for everyone. But not everyone can have a Renx, theres a 50% chance that you get one abd 50% chance that you dont. Renx helps you fight monsters called Olyn creatures. The Olyns taken over most of the world but brave humans created strong fortresses in some countries. There is multiple factions formed with only Renx users, The Sacred, The Fallen, The Shattered, The Lost, The Union. The Union is the main faction that controls all the other's. The Sacred focuses on fighting the Olyn, The Fallen focuses on protecting the Fortresses, The shattered focuses on healing the injured, The Lost scout areas near the Fortresses to make sure they're are no Olyns approaching, and The Union gives orders to every faction. Each year The Union gives a test to those who want to join one of the factions very few get selected each year, only about 450 people get chosen and then each faction gets to choose 90 people depending on that they're useful for.Lets make our main character have 2 Renx 1 human like Renx and a weapon that looks like a cross that serves as a sword and a gun.The summoned human has their own personality and they follow your orders. I want to makes this like a boys love genre too the main character somehow falls in love with a guy from a different faction
In an era where six Supremes mark the absolute ceiling of existence, the world moves under a quiet, grinding tension: five Supremes stand revealed, anchoring nations, deterring wars, and defining the limits of power, while the sixth vanished long ago without death, omen, or echo, leaving behind not silence but a sense of deliberate containment that only beings at that level can feel; kingdoms ring their borders with alliances and naval forces, especially along the eastern ocean where island chains hide ancient mana scars, academies promote Gifted through rigid ranks obsessed with combat metrics and measurable mana, blind to the truth that Supremacy is not earned but survived, and above it all walks the MC, a Supreme who abandoned the system itself after realizing it was not a ladder but a cage, designed after the disappearance to prevent another from breaking reality the way the missing one nearly did; as nations posture, research forbidden spells, and quietly fear escalation, the MC senses what others refuse to name, that the missing Supreme did not fall or transcend but uncovered something beyond Supremacy and chose exile or imprisonment to stop it from cascading, making the current balance an illusion sustained by fear and ignorance, and as cracks spread through mana laws, island anomalies stir, and Supreme senses begin to distort, the story moves toward an inevitable convergence where the MC, the vanished Supreme, and the system meant to bind them are forced into collision, deciding whether the world remains stable, ascends, or shatters under the weight of truths it was never meant to hold.
Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair . The door opened and I looked in the mirror, so I knew who was standing behind me. "Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe 1000 years." I beep quietly. "Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly. "When did you remember your previous life?" He asks and I'm already smiling. "Five years ago Levi." He grits his teeth. "I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate." I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes. "In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell." A tear falls from my eye. "Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject." I say and he straightens up. "What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise. "Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here." He nods and grabs my hand. "I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together." He squeezes my hand even tighter.
Когда я открыла глаза увидела что я все еще жив. На самом деле я попала в аварию и вот очнулась в незнакомой месте. Я всегда задавала себе вопросом что будет после смерти где и куда мы идем. А сейчас я находясь в незнакомом месте я полном порядке странно вроде после смерти наши воспоминания не исчезает? Но где же я куда я переместилась или это рай? Осмотрюсь на улице чувствую я на каком то странном месте или я переместилась в прошлое. Странно это какой год? Я немножко походила и нашла людей мне надо что то спросить -Извините? Не знаете где я нахожусь? И какой сейчас год? -Дамочка сейчас время правления клана Хань и это столица клана Гусу Лань. -Хорошо спасибо большое Подождите я что сплю нет я же умерла или после смерти такое должно произойти? Я четко помню слово Гусу Лань, это моё любимое произведение. Я реально нахожусь здесь значить это должно быть страна Китай. Я должна быть рад потому что это мой любимый манге но какой сейчас сюжет и кто я вообще? Вдруг из за этих все переживаний я потеряла сознаний.
While Jesus was walking, he saw a man who had been born blind. His followers asked him, “Teacher, whose sin caused this man to be born blind—his own sin or his parents’ sin?” Jesus answered, “It was not because of his sin or his parents’ sin. He was born blind so that God’s power could be shown in him. While it is daytime, we must continue doing the work of the one who sent me. Night is coming, and no one can work at night. While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.” After saying this, Jesus spat on the ground and made some mud with the saliva. He put the mud on the man’s eyes. Then he told him, “Go and wash in the Pool of Siloam.” (Siloam means “Sent.”) So the man went to the pool, washed, and came back able to see. Some people had seen this man begging before. They and his neighbours said, “Look! Is this the same man who used to sit and beg?” Some said, “Yes, he is the one.” But others said, “No, he only looks like him.” The man himself said, “I am the man.” They asked, “What happened? How did you get your sight?” He answered, “The man they call Jesus made some mud and put it on my eyes. Then he told me to go to Siloam and wash. So I went and washed, and then I could see.”
Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only. Panel 2: Interior of a massive, high-tech exam hall of Arcadia Sovereign Academy. Dozens of rows of desks with students sitting and taking a written exam. Overhead lights and digital clocks add a tense atmosphere. Focus on three students: – Kanzaki Reo in the middle, relaxed, leaning back slightly with his pen down, already finished early, a small confident smirk on his face. – To one side, Kurozawa Rika, short black hair and glasses, sitting straight with a serious expression, calmly answering questions. – To the other side, Sakurai Hina, shy-looking girl with short brown hair and a hair clip, sweating and nervously gripping her pen, clearly stressed. Caption at top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – Entrance Exam, Stage 1: Written Test.” Small thought bubble for Reo: “So this is how they pick future rulers… interesting.” Clean shounen lineart, same visual style as previous panel.
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
i need this in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
this needs to be in color please use the character from last panel After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here. That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan. Ryan. Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh. "One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends." She’d believed him. But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward. "Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise." That was three years ago. She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her. Her ears drooped slightly. I hope you’re okay, Ryan.
this needs to be in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause Part One: The Glory Days The circus tent blazed with light. Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform. The crowd roared. "AGAIN! AGAIN!" A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!" Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder. She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split. The audience leaped to their feet. Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked. The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction. "Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving. That was enough.
Liel, seorang pengusaha sukses yang dingin dan tidak percaya pada cinta, telah kehilangan kepercayaan pada wanita setelah dikhianati oleh mantan pacarnya. Ayaa, seorang wanita yang ceria dan optimis, bekerja sebagai desainer grafis di perusahaan Liel. Mereka bertemu secara tidak sengaja di kantor, dan Liel langsung tertarik dengan kecantikan Ayaa. Namun, Ayaa tidak tahu bahwa Liel adalah bosnya, dan Liel tidak ingin Ayaa mengetahui identitasnya. Mereka mulai menghabiskan waktu bersama, dan Liel perlahan-lahan membuka hatinya pada Ayaa. Namun, ketika Ayaa mengetahui kebenaran tentang identitas Liel, dia merasa tertipu dan memutuskan untuk menjauh. Liel menyadari bahwa dia telah jatuh cinta dengan Ayaa, dan dia akan melakukan apa saja untuk mendapatkannya kembali. Ayaa, yang juga telah jatuh cinta dengan Liel, harus memutuskan apakah dia bisa memaafkan Liel dan menerima cintanya. Cerita ini akan menjadi perjalanan emosional yang penuh dengan cinta, pengkhianatan, dan akhirnya, kebahagiaan. *Liel:* - Umur: 28 tahun - Pekerjaan: Pengusaha sukses - Kepribadian: Dingin, tidak percaya pada cinta - Latar belakang: Dikhianati oleh mantan pacarnya *Ayaa:* - Umur: 25 tahun - Pekerjaan: Desainer grafis - Kepribadian: Ceria, optimis - Latar belakang: Tidak memiliki pengalaman cinta yang baik
MANGA TITLE: THE EXILED PRINCE'S WASTELAND EMPIRE Genre: Dark Fantasy, Political Revenge, Kingdom Building, Action Theme: Betrayal transforms love into ambition. A wasteland becomes a throne. MAIN CHARACTERS 1. KAELEN VORTH (18 → 28) Before: Kind, idealistic, loyal son of a minor noble house. Loved the kingdom of Aurelia more than himself. After: Cold, calculating, scarred. Wears a half-mask over the left side of his face (burned by the betrayal). Speaks softly but commands absolute authority. Visual: Long dark hair, piercing silver-blue eyes. Wasteland armor made from bone and ancient alloy. Carries a sword that glows faintly with "Void-steel" (the wasteland's treasure). 2. THE MYSTERY MAN – "Kaelos the Ashen" (Age unknown) Visual: Tall, unnaturally still. Wears tattered but once-royal robes. Eyes are completely black with small white pupils. Carries no weapon but wields "Architect's Knowledge" – the lost arts of governance, war, and engineering. Truth: He was the last king of a fallen wasteland civilization that was destroyed by greed. He saved Kaelen not out of kindness, but because he saw the same fury he once had. 3. PRINCESS LYSANDRA OF AURELIA (Antagonist) Visual: Golden hair, beautiful, porcelain smile. Wears white and gold armor. Role: She was Kaelen's fiancée. She betrayed him publicly, revealing his "secret letters" (forged) to the king. She now rules Aurelia after marrying the corrupt general. 4. THE ADVISOR – "Mira the Silent" (Side character) Visual: A mute wasteland scavenger girl with glowing ritual tattoos. First citizen of Kaelen's new kingdom. Represents his ability to inspire loyalty.
Crea el primer capítulo de un manga estilo anime con fuerte inspiración en Evangelion, ambientado en una secundaria moderna donde cinco estudiantes son seleccionados como pilotos de mechas tipo EVA para combatir entidades misteriosas. Los personajes principales son: • Henry: protagonista, piel blanca, cabello erizado, personalidad seria pero emocionalmente compleja, con conflictos internos y actitud desafiante. • Luis: moreno, cabello rizado, usa lentes negros de prescripción, inteligente pero arrogante; tiene una relación tensa y conflictiva con Henry. • Ayala: apariencia intimidante, rasgos similares a un lobo (ojos afilados, actitud feroz), fuerte y poco expresivo. • Joshi: de apariencia delicada y afeminada, emocionalmente perceptivo, inteligente y estratégico. • Celeo: de origen chino, calmado, reservado, muy analítico. El capítulo 1 debe comenzar con un evento extraño (como un ataque o aparición de una entidad desconocida) que interrumpe la vida escolar normal. Introduce el ambiente de la secundaria, las dinámicas entre los personajes (especialmente la mala relación entre Henry y Luis), y revela poco a poco que han sido elegidos para pilotar los EVA. Incluye: • Diálogos estilo manga • Narrativa dramática y psicológica • Escenas de tensión y misterio • Introducción a la organización que controla los EVA • Un final impactante que deje intriga Tono serio, oscuro, psicológico, con elementos de acción y conflicto emocional. Estilo visual detallado, tipo manga japonés.
Miu is girl qnd Levi is boy "I'll be fine." I drink more than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm his health. He picked me up before I passed out. A few days later I woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping. I moved a little and it woke him up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." He whispered and I blinked. "Levi" smiled and then hugged me. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" He asks and I start to cry. "I'm sorry." He puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." He says and gets on the bed and hugs me tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time I held him close. "Am I okay?" I say to reassure him and his breathing calms down. He looks into my eyes again and I look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." He replies and I widen my eyes. "That's not possible." I say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." He says and I kiss him. He kisses me back and caresses my cheek. I feel more sorry for scaring him than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." I whisper and kiss him as a friend. I stroke his hair until we both fall asleep again.
Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .Levi is vampire . The door opened and I looked in the mirror, so I knew who was standing behind me. "Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe 1000 years." Mia beep quietly. "Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly. "When did you remember your previous life?" Levi asks and Miu already smiling. "Five years ago Levi." LEVI grits his teeth. "I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate." I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes. "In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell." A tear falls from my eye. "Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject." I say and he straightens up. "What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise. "Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here." He nods and grabs my hand. "I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together." He squeezes my hand even tighter.
Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .Levi is vampire . The door opened and I looked in the mirror,I look who came. so I knew who was standing behind me. "Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe years." Mia beep quietly. "Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly. "When did you remember your previous life?" Levi asks and Miu already smiling. "Five years ago Levi." LEVI grits his teeth. "I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate." I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes. "In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell." A tear falls from my eye. "Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject." I say and he straightens up. "What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise. "Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here." He nods and grabs my hand. "I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together." He squeezes my hand even tighter.
Part Two: The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
it needs to be in color Part Two: The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
it needs to be in color Part Two: The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. cinder said "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." the ring master said His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
Miu is girl and Levi is boy . I need colored manga "I'll be fine." Miu drink more Levi blood than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm Levi health. Levi picked Miu up before Miu passed out. A few days later Miu woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping in chair close to bed. Miu moved a little and it woke Levi up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." Levi whispered and Miu blinked. "Levi" smiled and Levi hugged Miu. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Levi asks and Miu start to cry. "I'm sorry." Levi puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." Levi says and gets on the bed and hugs Miu tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time Miu held him close. "Am I okay?" Miu say to reassure Levi and his breathing calms down. Levi looks into Miu eyes again and Miu look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." Levi replies and Miu widen eyes. "That's not possible." Miu say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." Levi says and Miu kiss him. Levi kisses Miu back and caresses Miu cheek. Miu feel more sorry for scaring Levi than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." Miu whisper and kiss Levi and pull Levi closer. Miu stroke Levis hair until both fall asleep again.
Miu is girl and Levi is boy . I need colored manga "I'll be fine." Miu drink more Levi blood than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm Levi health. Levi picked Miu up before Miu passed out. A few days later Miu woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping in chair close to bed. Miu moved a little and it woke Levi up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." Levi whispered and Miu blinked. "Levi" smiled and Levi hugged Miu. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Levi asks and Miu start to cry. "I'm sorry." Levi puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." Levi says and gets on the bed and hugs Miu tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time Miu held him close. "Am I okay?" Miu say to reassure Levi and his breathing calms down. Levi looks into Miu eyes again and Miu look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." Levi replies and Miu widen eyes. "That's not possible." Miu say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." Levi says and Miu kiss him. Levi kisses Miu back and caresses Miu cheek. Miu feel more sorry for scaring Levi than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." Miu whisper and kiss Levi and pull Levi closer. Miu stroke Levis hair until both fall asleep again.
Your manga is a quiet, emotional slice-of-life story that explores loneliness, grief, and healing through subtle moments and atmosphere. The story follows Erikku, a withdrawn teenage boy who feels emotionally empty after losing someone important from his past. Although life around him continues as normal—school routines, classmates’ laughter, everyday noise—Erikku feels disconnected, as if even the sky above him has fallen silent. The silent sky serves as a powerful symbol throughout the story, representing Erikku’s inner emptiness, unresolved pain, and words left unspoken. His refuge is the school rooftop, a place filled with memories of happier days and a person he once shared deep connection with. This rooftop becomes a space where past and present quietly overlap. The story begins to change when Esutā, a calm and observant girl, appears. Unlike others, she notices the silence Erikku lives in. She does not approach him with pity or forceful encouragement; instead, she listens and acknowledges the quiet he carries. Esutā’s presence introduces warmth and understanding, suggesting that silence is not always absence—but sometimes a pause, waiting for someone brave enough to speak. As Erikku and Esutā share moments under the same sky, subtle changes occur: a breeze begins to move, clouds slowly drift, and the atmosphere softens. These small shifts symbolize emotional healing and the return of hope. The story focuses on inner thoughts, gentle dialogue, and visual storytelling rather than dramatic action. Overall, your manga is a poetic coming-of-age narrative about loss, human connection, and emotional recovery. It highlights that healing does not happen instantly, but through shared silence, understanding companionship, and the quiet courage to open one’s heart again.
Le Collège des Gaffeurs Introduction L’histoire se passe dans un collège assez calme. Les élèves vont en classe tous les jours et la vie est normale. Lucas Martin est un garçon de 14 ans qui arrive comme nouvel élève. Il est gentil, drôle et il veut toujours aider les autres. Mais il est aussi très maladroit. Avant lui, la classe était tranquille et un peu sérieuse. Lucas veut avoir des amis et être bien dans le collège. Développement Le premier problème arrive pendant un cours de sciences. Lucas met trop de produit dans une expérience et la salle se remplit de mousse. Les élèves rient beaucoup. Après, pendant le sport, il mélange les équipes et personne ne comprend les règles. Le directeur commence à entendre parler de Lucas. Lucas se sent un peu triste parce qu’il pense qu’il fait toujours des erreurs. Il veut être un élève normal mais il n’y arrive pas vraiment. Rebondissements Un jour, les élèves décident de lui donner un diplôme de “Super Gaffeur”. Lucas pense que c’est pour se moquer de lui, mais en réalité les élèves sont gentils. Ils trouvent que grâce à lui, la classe est plus amusante. Lucas comprend que ses erreurs ne sont pas toujours négatif. Dénouement À la fin, Lucas accepte qu’il est un peu maladroit. Il promet de faire attention, mais il reste lui-même. La classe devient plus unie et plus heureuse grâce à lui. Description des personnages : Le héros – Lucas Martin Description physique : Lucas est un garçon de 14 ans, de taille moyenne, avec des cheveux bruns un peu ébouriffés. Il porte des lunettes rondes et un sac à dos trop grand pour lui. Description morale : Il est gentil, serviable et imaginatif, mais très maladroit. Il veut toujours faire le bien, mais crée souvent des situations comiques sans le vouloir. L’héroïne – Emma Dubois Description physique : Emma est une fille sportive, avec des cheveux blonds attachés en queue de cheval et un grand sourire. Description morale : Elle est intelligente, organisée et patiente. Elle aide Lucas à gérer ses gaffes et essaie de garder la classe calme quand tout devient chaotique. L’anti-héros – Maxime Leroy Description physique : Maxime est grand, bien coiffé, avec des cheveux noirs et des vêtements toujours très soignés. Description morale : Il aime attirer l’attention et se montre parfois arrogant, mais il n’est pas méchant. Dans les moments importants, il finit par soutenir le groupe. Les personnages secondaires – Sofia, Jules et le professeur Durant Sofia est petite, très vive et curieuse ; elle pose beaucoup de questions. Jules est plus grand, calme et discret, mais ses remarques sont souvent très drôles. Le professeur Durant, avec ses cheveux gris et sa blouse de laboratoire, est passionné de sciences mais un peu distrait : ses expériences tournent souvent en scènes comiques, ce qui participe à l’ambiance amusante de la classe.
Il Significato Oggi: Perché il 25 Aprile è Ancora Importante Ottant'anni dopo, il 25 Aprile non è solo una data sul calendario. È un promemoria vivente di quanto sia fragile la libertà e di quanto costa conquistarla. In un mondo dove la democrazia viene messa in discussione ogni giorno, ricordare è un atto politico e civile di grande valore. Democrazia La Costituzione italiana nata dalla Resistenza è una delle più belle del mondo. I suoi valori fondamentali — uguaglianza, libertà, solidarietà — sono il lascito diretto di chi ha combattuto per conquistarli a caro prezzo. Antifascismo Riconoscere i segnali del fascismo nella storia ci aiuta a non ripetere gli stessi errori. La memoria della Resistenza è un vaccino contro l'autoritarismo, la sopraffazione e la negazione dei diritti fondamentali. Solidarietà La Resistenza fu un atto collettivo: nessuno si salvò da solo. Questo spirito di comunità, di prendersi cura dell'altro, di non voltarsi dall'altra parte è più che mai necessario nella società di oggi. Fumetto: Una vignetta colorata e solare mostra un gruppo di ragazzi e ragazze di oggi che, ridendo e chiacchierando, piantano insieme un albero. Sotto, nella terra, ci sono libri, fotografie e canzoni. Una ragazza dice: "Così il passato fa crescere il futuro." L'albero fiorisce già nel pannello successivo.
10 хуудастай манга комик зохиож өг. Сэдэв: Д. Намдагийн “Үрэгдсэнийг хүлээгч”-ээс сэдэвлэсэн, гунигтай, философи утгатай түүх. Шаардлага: - Манга стиль (хар цагаан, anime / manga хэв маяг) - Нэг гол дүр: ганцаардсан залуу (хүлээгч) - Байршил: салхитай хоосон тал, гунигтай уур амьсгал - Сэтгэл хөдлөл ихтэй, гүн утгатай байх Хуудас бүрийг panel-уудтайгаар зохион байгуул: - Нийт 10 хуудас - Хуудас бүр 2–4 panel-тэй Дараах бүтэцтэй бай: 1-р хуудас: Гол дүр ганцаараа хүлээж байгаа (оршил) 2-р хуудас: Өнгөрсөн дурсамж (аз жаргалтай үе) 3-р хуудас: Салалт (хэн нэгэн алга болсон) 4-р хуудас: Одоогийн ганцаардал 5-р хуудас: Хүлээлт үргэлжилнэ (цаг хугацаа өнгөрнө) 6-р хуудас: Эргэлзээ, дотоод бодол 7-р хуудас: Сэтгэл хөдлөлийн оргил (уур, гуниг) 8-р хуудас: Нам гүм, тайвширсан байдал 9-р хуудас: Холын сүүдэр (найдвар) 10-р хуудас: Нээлттэй төгсгөл (ирсэн эсэх нь тодорхойгүй) Panel бүр дээр: - Яг ямар зураг байхыг дэлгэрэнгүй дүрсэл - Камерын өнцөг (close-up, wide shot гэх мэт) - Сэтгэл хөдлөл (гуниг, ганцаардал) Диалог: - БҮХ яриа Монгол хэл дээр байх - Богино, хүчтэй өгүүлбэрүүд ашиглах - Дотоод бодол (thought bubble) нэмэх Зураг: - Манга стиль, хар цагаан - Сүүдэр, гэрэл сайн ашигласан - Эмоционал, драматик байдалтай Эцэст нь: - Бүх 10 хуудсыг дарааллаар нь гаргаж өг - Panel бүрийг тусад нь тайлбарлаж өг
erstelle mir einen manga. nutze für den hauptcharakter "Luu" Character 1 als referenz. Für "Rara" nimm als Refrenz bitte Character 2. Panel 1: ganze seitenbreite. man sieht die beiden charaktere Luu und Rara. Rara steht auf der linken Seite, schweigend mit traurigem Blick und gesenktem Kopf. Luu steht auf der rechten Seite. Er ist wütend, beißt die Zähne zusammen. keine Text bubble. Im Hintergrund sind Säulen und engelwachen zu sehen. Panel 2: Rara ist zu sehen. Sie schaut vorsichtig auf. Sie ist von der rechten Seite zu sehen. Nur schwach angedeuteter Hintergrund. Text bubble: "Luu... ich....Bitte..." Panel 3: Luu ist zu sehen. Er wirkt noch wütender. Er ist von der rechten Seite zu sehen. Nur schwach angedeuteter Hintergrund. Text bubble (verbunden mit Text bubble von Panel 2): "Lass uns gemeinsam neu anfangen. Dies hier ist deine Cha-" Panel 4: Luu ist von vorne sichtbar. Emotion wie in refrenzbild 1 mit Tränen und Zorn. Text bubble: "HALT DEN RAND! Ich habe dir vertraut! Ich-" Panel 5: Luu senkt den Kopf und kämpft mit seinen Gefühlen. Text bubble: "Ich habe dich geliebt..." Panel 6: ganze Seitenbreite. Rara ist von vorne zu sehen. Sie schaut enttäuscht und hat den Blick gesenkt. Text bubble ohne Charakterzordnung: "Lebe wohl..."
PÁGINA 1 Prompt para Geração de Imagem: "Página de mangá estilo shounen, leitura da direita para a esquerda. 4 quadrinhos grandes: 1. Quadrinhos superior direito: Paisagem ampla do Monte Fuji ao fundo, vila japonesa antiga à beira de um rio, sol poente pintando o céu de laranja/amarelo. Um jovem (Marcos) de cabelos castanhos, vestindo roupa de guerreiro com detalhes verdes/amarelos, segura uma katana com lâmina escura e detalhes coloridos que brilham suavemente. Narração: 'PERÍODO SENGOKU — Nas margens do Monte Fuji, uma pequena vila abriga um jovem com laços para uma terra distante...' 2. Quadrinhos abaixo: Plano médio em Marcos, olhos fechados. Luzes verdes/azuis flutuam ao seu redor, silhueta de onça-pintada ao fundo. Fala: 'A terra me fala... Ela sente quando algo está errado.' 3. Quadrinhos superior esquerdo: Ninja (Felyppe) de cabelos loiros claros, vestes escuras, cinto com ferramentas/shurikens precisas, pulando entre telhados. Fala: 'Os sinais estão claros. O Clã Kuroyami já está por perto. Precisamos estar prontos.' Nota lateral: 'Ferramentas criadas com conhecimentos de meus ancestrais alemães.' 4. Quadrinhos abaixo: Marcos e Felyppe de frente um para o outro, sombras de samurais de preto se aproximando ao fundo. Fala: 'Eles vieram mais cedo do que esperávamos!' Linhas de velocidade ao redor das sombras. Estilo: Mangá clássico, linhas nítidas, contraste bem definido."*
💗 Sweet High School Lovers (Manga Style) Name: Hana Saito A 16-year-old girl with soft, shoulder-length dark brown hair that slightly curls at the ends. Her eyes are warm hazel, always shining when she laughs. She wears a neat school uniform: a navy skirt, white blouse, and a red ribbon tied under the collar. Hana is kind, a little shy, and loves reading romance novels during lunch break. When she’s nervous, she plays with the ribbon on her uniform. Name: Ren Takahashi A 17-year-old boy with messy black hair that falls into his eyes. His eyes are deep gray and usually calm, giving him a cool but gentle look. His uniform is slightly untidy—his tie is always a bit loose and his sleeves rolled up. Ren is quiet and protective but secretly very sweet. He likes sketching in a small notebook during class. 🌸 Their Relationship Hana and Ren sit next to each other in class. At first they were just classmates, but they slowly became close. Ren often walks Hana home after school. Hana sometimes brings homemade snacks for him. When Hana gets embarrassed, her cheeks turn pink and Ren smiles softly. They like sitting under the school cherry blossom tree after classes. Even though they are shy, their small moments together—sharing notes, laughing quietly, and studying side by side—make their love feel sweet and real, just like in a slice-of-life manga. 🌸
Page 1 The protagonist wakes up. On the ceiling, written in messy handwriting: “DON’T FALL ASLEEP AGAIN.” He doesn’t remember writing it. Page 2 In the bathroom mirror, his face is slightly blurred. When he blinks — the reflection doesn’t. Page 3 Outside, everyone has his face. But different versions: Crying Smiling too wide Emotionless Terrified They all walk past him like nothing is wrong. Page 4 One of them stops. Leans close. Whispers: “Which one are you?” Page 5 Reality starts overlapping. Panels duplicate slightly off-center. Multiple versions of him stand in the same place. One says: “I’m the one who wanted to disappear.” Another: “I’m the one who wanted to be perfect.” Another: “I’m the one who pretends.” Page 6 He looks at his hands. They turn semi-transparent. Inside his arms, silhouettes of other “him” are screaming silently. Page 7 Everything freezes. Black background. White text: “IDENTITY DETECTED AS DEFENSE MECHANISM.” Page 8 He stands in a white void. Thousands of versions of himself surround him. They speak in unison: “You are not the original. You are a temporary arrangement.” Page 9 His body starts fragmenting into words: “I’m scared.” “I need control.” “I’m not enough.” “I don’t exist.” The words scatter like ash. Page 10 Pure white page. A tiny black dot in the center. Small text: “Consciousness rebooting.” In the bottom corner, barely visible: “Don’t fall asleep again.”