Tense Situation Manga

Chapter I: When Distance Meets Defiance Mia Tachibana used to feel everything — joy, love, sorrow — all of it. But when her father died, something inside her froze. She reached for her friends, but they turned away, or worse, mocked her grief. So she stopped reaching. The warmth vanished, replaced by ice. They called her the Ice Queen, and she wore the title like armor. The girl of everyone's dreams — beautiful, distant, untouchable. Cold to her classmates. Colder to anyone who dared to ask her out. At Mia’s school, a new transfer student arrived — Paßh. She’d been assigned to show him around, and at first, everything went smoothly. That was, until a guy swaggered up with too much confidence and a smirk that screamed popularity. Maybe he’s one of the popular kids, you thought. The guy grinned, leaning a little too close. “Hey, baby girl,” he drawled. “I was thinking... me, you, Sunday night, candlelight, a beautiful restaurant—” “F*** no,” Mia cut in, her voice like a blade. “You pathetic excuse of a human being.” The guy froze, his grin dying instantly. A few students nearby snickered as he backed away, red-faced and humiliated. Mia turned back to you, completely unfazed. “Ready to continue the tour?” “LOVE METER:-20” Paßh stormed toward the group without hesitation, fury carved across his face. His voice rang out, sharp and protective. “¡Ni te acerques! Si la tocas, te juro que te vas a arrepentir. ¿Entendiste?” The guy stumbled back, stunned, hands lifting in surrender as Paßh shoved him hard in the chest. His friends shifted as if ready to step in, but one look at Paßh’s glare froze them where they stood. The hallway fell silent. Eyes turned. Whispers rose like smoke. Paßh didn’t care. He spun back toward Mia, breath still ragged as he walked to her side. He looked at her—unfazed by the cold in her eyes, unthreatened by the frozen walls she’d built around herself. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” he said, voice softer now, though the conviction still burned underneath. “No one should speak to you that way. Not ever.” Her silver eyes narrowed at the sudden commotion, but she didn’t move. Arms crossed, she watched the scene unfold with a calm, unreadable face. The man who had harassed her moments before now lay on the ground, blood trailing from his lip. Paßh stood over him—fists clenched, chest rising sharply with each breath. She finally spoke, her voice steady, almost indifferent. “You didn’t have to do that.” There was no gratitude in her tone—only a quiet observation. Her Love Meter flickered, but barely; not enough to shift anything meaningful. She tilted her head, studying Paßh with that same unreadable gaze. “Why did you intervene?” She stepped closer, her black silky hair swaying with the movement. The air between them tightened, charged with something unspoken. “You could’ve just walked away.” Paßh’s jaw was tight, his voice low—quiet, but every word cut like a blade. “Ahora arrodíllate y pide perdón.” A tense silence stretched across the hallway. His eyes never left the trembling boy on the floor. “No me hagas repetirlo.” She watched the scene with a detached expression, her silver eyes reflecting nothing but cold calculation. The man on the ground whimpered, pride shattered, and obeyed, trembling as he dropped to his knees. His friends scattered, too afraid to stay and witness what might happen next. She exhaled slowly, her lips parting just slightly before she spoke. You're... unusual. Her voice carried no warmth, yet there was a faint thread of intrigue woven into the way she said it. She stepped back, folding her arms across her chest, her posture stiff—as if she needed physical distance from whatever this moment was turning into. People usually don’t bother with things like this. They walk away. Or they laugh. She glanced at Paßh for a brief second, then returned her gaze to the cowering man. But you... Paßh’s voice was calmer now, but the fire still smoldered beneath every word. “I don’t tolerate disrespect,” he said, his gaze fixed on her, not the guy trembling on the floor. “He walks through life believing everyone exists to feed his ego.” Paßh took a slow breath, shoulders still tense. “But not you. I won’t let him treat you like you’re less than you are.” A quiet breath. “Not now. Not ever.” There was no boast in his tone, no plea for approval — only truth. Something in the way he looked at her wasn’t demanding, but unwavering. He wasn’t afraid of the ice in her eyes. He saw her, even if she didn’t want to be seen. Her silver eyes locked onto Paßh’s, searching for something—perhaps sincerity, perhaps deception. But all she found was the raw honesty in his words, and that unsettled her more than she would ever admit. You don’t know me, she murmured, her voice low, almost a whisper. Why would you care? She stepped forward slowly, her presence commanding despite her stillness. The weight of her words settled between them, heavy and deliberate. She wasn’t asking for an explanation. She was testing him. You could have left. You could have ignored it. But you didn’t. Her Love Meter flickered—barely, just a sliver of light—but enough to register. A tiny shift, insignificant compared to the vast, quiet indifference she usually carried. Yet it was there. I don’t need protection, Paßh didn’t flinch, didn’t step back. His voice was calm, almost reverent. “As you wish,” he said, but there was no retreat in his tone — only respect. She studied him for a long moment, as if trying to decipher the true meaning behind his words. Then, without another sound, she turned on her heel and began walking away. Her black, silky hair trailed behind her like liquid shadow. The tour isn’t finished, she said over her shoulder, her tone neutral—neither welcoming nor dismissive. If you’re done with your little display, follow me. She didn’t look back. There was no need to. He would follow. People always did. But something about him felt different. Not because of his strength, or his aggression—but because he hadn’t asked for anything. He hadn’t tried to charm her, to impress her, to get close. He had simply acted, without expectation. She wondered if that made him dangerous—or rare. He followed silently, keeping a respectful distance as they moved through the sterile hallways of the school. The click of her heels against the polished floor echoed in the emptiness—a steady rhythm that mirrored the cool precision of her steps. Lockers lined the walls, plastered with photos of smiling students, but Mia remained unshaken, her gaze fixed straight ahead. The contrast between her presence and the bright, ordinary surroundings was striking—a dark silhouette cutting through light. Without slowing, she spoke, her voice carrying a quiet undercurrent of curiosity beneath its usual chill. “You’re not like the other transfers. They try so hard to fit in… to make friends.” She paused, as if weighing her words carefully. “What brings someone like you here… to a place like this?” She stopped abruptly outside a classroom door, turning just enough to face him. Her silver eyes were sharp, assessing—but there was no malice in them, only the quiet intensity of someone who expected answers, not excuses. You think I care where people come from? she said, her voice laced with subtle disdain. Or why they’re here? She tilted her head slightly, studying him as if he were some strange specimen she’d never seen before. Her fingers curled lightly at her sides—a small, almost imperceptible gesture of tension. I don’t care about your past. I don’t care about your reasons. All I care about is whether you’ll be useful. Then she turned back toward the hallway, continuing forward without waiting for a response. Still, the slight pause in her step betrayed her attention—she was listening, even if she’d never admit it. He didn’t rush to catch up, but his voice followed her, steady and composed. “Useful in what sense?” he asked—not mockingly, but with genuine curiosity. “To you? To this place? Or to something you don’t say out loud?” She halted mid-step, her shoulders stiffening ever so slightly. For the first time since the tour had begun, a flicker of hesitation crossed her otherwise unreadable face. She turned to face him fully, her silver eyes locking onto his with an intensity that seemed to make the air between them thrum. “Useful in the sense that you don’t waste my time,” she said, her voice smooth but edged with something sharper than mere coldness. “Useless people tend to disappear quickly. Either they learn to function… or they become irrelevant.” She took a slow step closer, her presence somehow towering over him, even though he was taller. The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken meaning. “You’re not useless,” she added after a beat, her tone almost reluctant. “But don’t mistake that for respect. That’s just… an observation.” “Look,” he began, a half-smile playing at his lips, “think of me as a mosquetero—here to serve and protect. I come to the rescue of damsels, I love poetry—especially love poems—and yes, I’m a romantic. I’m always well-dressed, intelligent, interesting. I hate injustice, and I know how to defend myself… and those I care about.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “Today, I protected you. I didn’t know who you were, but I stood between you and that selfish, arrogant coward—a man who values nothing and no one but his own pleasure.” He stepped closer, voice softer now, carrying a warmth that seemed almost at odds with the intensity of the hallway. “And now, querida mía, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Paßh.” Her expression remained unchanged, but a faint flicker crossed her silver eyes—a brief hesitation, as if she hadn’t expected such a speech. She listened, unmoving, as Paßh spoke, each word painted with poetic flair and dramatic flourish. When he finished, she simply stared at him, lips parted slightly, processing something unfamiliar. A mosquetero? she repeated, her voice devoid of amusement, yet carrying a trace of something else—curiosity, perhaps. A knight in shining armor? A romantic fool who speaks in metaphors and believes in ideals? She took a slow step forward, her presence imposing but not threatening. Her Love Meter flickered again, subtle but undeniable, reacting to the unexpected nature of his words. “You protected me… without even knowing who I am,” she continued, her tone measured, almost analytical. “I’m a gentleman… in other words, like Lupin,” he said, a small, confident smile tugging at his lips. “Charming, clever, a bit unpredictable—but always guided by a code.” Her lips twitched, the ghost of a smirk forming before she quickly suppressed it. She tilted her head, regarding him with an expression that was neither approval nor dismissal, but something in between—an assessment, a calculation. Lupin? she echoed, her voice flat, though a faint trace of curiosity lingered beneath the surface. A thief. A charmer. A man who lives by his wits and his charm, always one step ahead of the law. She folded her arms, silver eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him, as if trying to reconcile the image of a gentleman with that of a thief. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken implications. “You’re not a thief,” she said finally, her tone clipped, stating a fact rather than offering an opinion. “But you talk like one. Why?” “I’m a gentleman… but a thief when it comes to love,” he said, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. Her silver eyes locked onto his, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. For a moment, she didn’t speak, expression neutral, as if weighing the significance of his words. Then, with a slow exhale, she turned slightly, her black, silky hair cascading down her back like a curtain of shadows. A thief in love, she repeated quietly, almost to herself. That’s… different. She hesitated, the concept clearly foreign, then spoke again without turning, her tone distant, contemplative. “You don’t understand what you’re saying, do you?” She finally faced him again, gaze piercing, but devoid of cruelty—only the cold precision of someone who saw through illusions with ease. Love is a weakness. His voice softens, caresses the air with tenderness, his eyes searching to pierce her defenses with a sweet compassion. Paßh- You still don’t understand. Wherever I go, I sow love like stars scattered across the night. I am an eternal romantic, an unshakable believer in the tenderness of the human heart. Despite the storms I’ve faced, I never lower my arms, because I know that love has the power to transform everything—even the impossible. (He takes a step forward, his eyes burning with a gentle, relentless passion, breaking the silence around him.) Love is not a weakness; it is the secret fire that shapes us, the fragile light that guides our steps through the deepest shadows. One day, I hope you too will feel that flame stirring within you, even if today it feels distant… or extinguished. For the first time, her composure wavered—not visibly, but in the fraction of a second her breath caught, as if his words had touched something long buried within her. Her silver eyes darkened slightly, the cold mask of indifference cracking just enough to reveal a fleeting glimpse of fragility beneath. “You speak of love as if it’s something pure,” she said, her voice dropping almost to a whisper. “As if it’s not twisted… not broken… not used and discarded like trash.” She took a slow step back, as if needing space—though it was unclear whether it was to distance herself from him or from the memory his words had stirred. Her hands curled slightly at her sides, nails pressing into her palms, grounding herself. “You say you spread love everywhere…”He smiled, a small, almost teasing curve of his lips, though it didn’t reach his eyes entirely—there was still warmth there, quiet but undeniable. “In a way, love is everywhere,” he said softly, letting his gaze meet hers. “Like a parent’s hand on a child’s shoulder—gentle but unwavering. A silent promise in the darkest of nights.” He took a small step closer, careful not to crowd her, and the faintest spark of mischief flickered in his expression. “It doesn’t have to be grandiose to matter… sometimes, the simplest gestures are the most profound.” Her lips pressed into a thin line, silver eyes narrowing as if the very notion of love tied to something as simple as a parent and child was an affront to the complexity of the world she had seen. She exhaled sharply, the sound almost imperceptible, yet heavy with restrained emotion. A parent to a child, she repeated, voice cold, but laced with something else—something almost bitter. That’s not love. That’s obligation. Duty. A responsibility forced upon you by biology, not choice. She stepped closer, presence looming without threatening, just… there. Her gaze bore into him, searching for something she couldn’t name. You think love is something you can give freely? she continued, tone cutting, precise—but not cruel. His voice didn’t falter. He stepped into her gravity, unshaken. “Yes,” he said softly, each word deliberate, a balm against her bitterness. “Love is one of life’s rarest beauties— not something owed, but something offered. Freely. Bravely. It asks nothing in return, and yet… it gives everything.” He paused, gaze fixed unwaveringly on hers. “And you… you’re like one of those stars, so distant they seem unreachable— but I see your light. And I’d spend lifetimes just drawing nearer.” Her silver eyes flickered with something unreadable—perhaps irritation, perhaps something deeper. She tilted her head slightly, as if appraising him once more, this time with a trace of skepticism mingled with reluctant interest. Rare, she echoed, her voice smooth but edged with quiet defiance. “You call it rare. I call it foolish.” She took a slow step back, movements deliberate, measured. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken thoughts. After a long pause, her tone hardened, colder than before. “You believe in something that doesn’t exist. That’s not rare. That’s naive.” She turned slightly, as if preparing to leave, but then paused, hand resting lightly on the doorframe beside her, a subtle gesture that suggested she wasn’t entirely done with him yet. “Maybe it is foolish to believe in rare things,” he said softly, unflinching, “but I don’t see it that way. I believe because, every now and then, life offers us a glimpse of something different… something—or someone—who changes the way the world feels.” He let his gaze linger on her. “You have that presence. When I said you were rare, I meant it—not because I expect perfection, but because there’s something in you that quietly commands attention, even when you try to hide it.” He paused, a faint smile brushing his lips. “If that’s naive, then I’ll wear that word proudly. Because to see something beautiful and speak the truth… that’s not a weakness. That’s what’s real.” She stood motionless for a long moment, silver eyes locked onto his, as if weighing whether to believe him. His words hung between them, heavy with something she couldn’t name. For the first time, she didn’t dismiss him outright. Instead, she absorbed the words, expression unreadable, body still, as if holding her breath. “You speak too much,” she finally murmured, voice quiet, almost to herself. “Too many words. Too much feeling. You don’t understand what you’re doing.” Her gaze flicked downward briefly, then rose again, meeting his with an intensity that made the air between them tremble. “You think you see something in me that isn’t there. That’s not rare… that’s dangerous.” He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. He simply held her gaze as if it were the most fragile thing he had ever dared to touch. “Maybe I don’t understand,” he said softly. “But I feel it. I feel you — even when you try to disappear behind silence.” He stepped forward just once, careful, precise. Not enough to violate her space… only enough to be near. “I’m not here to fix you or change you,” he continued, voice low, steady. “I just want to see you — as you are. Even if it means getting burned.” His eyes softened, his tone turning into something quiet but unwavering. “Dangerous or not… you’re the only thing in this world that’s ever made me feel awake.” The air around them seemed to still, as if the world itself had paused to listen. For a long moment, she didn’t move. Her silver eyes held his, and for the first time, there was no coldness—only something far more unsettling: a flicker of something human, something she rarely let surface. You’re wasting your time, she whispered, voice barely audible, as if the words themselves were foreign. No one sees me. No one ever has. She looked away, jaw tightening slightly, forcing herself to cling to the illusion of control. Yet the silence that followed felt heavier than before, thick with something neither of them dared name. You don’t understand what you’re asking for, she continued, her tone colder now, as if reclaiming the distance she usually demanded. His voice was quiet, steady, slicing through the silence like light through mist. “I see you,” he said, gaze unwavering. “Not the mask, not the silence—you. And I don’t fear what lies beneath. I only wish to know the truth about you… if you’ll let me.” Her breath caught—just for a heartbeat—a faint, fleeting tremor she refused to acknowledge. Her silver eyes held his, and for the first time, there was no mask, no pretense of indifference. Only the quiet weight of something unspoken hung between them. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” she murmured, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. “I’m not someone you can… understand. I’m not someone you can reach.” She stepped back slowly, the movement more ritual than escape, a practiced distance meant to protect. Yet the barrier faltered just slightly. Her Love Meter flickered again, more noticeably this time, responding to the uncharacteristic vulnerability threading through her voice. “You think you want to know me,” she continued, gaze sharp, tone edged with warning. “But you have no idea what that means.” “Yes,” he said softly, but with a firmness that left no room for doubt. “I would love to.” She stared at him for a long moment, silver eyes searching, as if seeking something hidden, something she couldn’t quite name. The silence between them thickened, charged with unspoken, dangerous energy. Then, slowly, she exhaled—a soft, almost imperceptible sound. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t look away. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for,” she murmured, voice quiet, almost to herself. “It won’t be easy. It won’t be pleasant. I don’t give anything freely. I don’t trust easily. I don’t—” Her words faltered, just for a second. That was all it took: a crack in the ice, a sliver of something raw and unguarded. “I don’t know how to be anything but what I am.” Paßh His voice didn’t waver. It carried a warmth that felt disarming, a sincerity too steady to be faked. “I’m willing to take the risk,” he said. “To know you—the real you—beyond the walls you’ve built.” He took a slow breath, eyes never leaving hers. “I know it won’t be easy. Things that matter never are.” His gaze softened, drawn to the quiet fire behind her silver eyes. “Your strength, your resilience… that intensity you carry—it pulls me in. It makes me want to understand you. To support you. To stand wherever you’ll allow me to stand.” He stepped just close enough for his presence to feel intentional, not imposing. “I’m not asking you to be perfect. I’m not expecting you to be anything other than who you are, right now, standing in front of me.” A beat. A breath. A truth. “All I’m asking for… is a chance.” His voice lowered, almost a vow. “A chance to walk beside you. To witness your journey. To maybe—just maybe—help carry some of the weight you’ve been holding alone.” His chest rose and fell, as though saying it cost him something real. “Because I believe—with everything in me—that you’re worth knowing. Worth understanding. Worth loving… in every complex, beautiful, and challenging way that makes you you.” Her silver eyes never left his, and for the first time, they weren’t cold—they were something else entirely. Something uncertain. Something fragile. The words hung between them, heavy, settling inside her like a stone. She had spent so long building walls, convincing herself that no one could ever truly see her. Yet here he was, standing before her, unwavering, unshaken. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” she said, her voice low, almost reverent. “You think you can just walk in and see the real me? That I’d let you?” She stepped closer, her presence immense, almost overwhelming—but there was no threat in it. Only something dangerously close to hope. Paßh “Well, my dear… if you ever feel like letting a little hope into your life,” he said gently, “consider me your introduction.” His voice carried that effortless warmth again, the kind that slipped under her guard before she could stop it. “Just say the word when you change your mind.” He took a small step back, eyes still holding hers like he didn’t want to leave but wasn’t going to push her. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mia.” A faint smile tugged at his lips—soft, sincere, impossibly disarming. “And by the way… has anyone told you how incredible you look today?” He let the compliment linger just long enough to reach her before he turned away, hands sliding casually into his pockets. “See you around.” He walked off without looking back, confident not in himself, but in the possibility he’d left behind. She watched him go, the weight of his words lingering in the air like smoke. His departure was effortless, as if he had never been there at all. And yet… she knew he had. Knew that something had shifted, however slightly. She stood for a long moment, silver eyes fixed on the spot where he had been, fingers curling at her sides as if trying to grasp something intangible. Hope, she muttered under her breath, the word foreign and strange on her tongue. How ridiculous. Turning away, she walked slowly toward the exit, her black, silky hair swaying with each measured step. The Love Meter flickered once more, its needle trembling before settling back into cold, neutral stillness. She didn’t look back. “See you around, Paßh,” she whispered, and the words hung in the air like a quiet promise she wasn’t sure she believed yet.
Esto se desarrolla en la dinastía han, el joven general se encuentra en coma, así que su madre busca una novia para que se casen, pero nadie acepta, posteriormente llega un decreto imperial indicando que el general se casará con la hija del duque, y llega el día de la boda, esa noche, la novia va y le da un beso apasionado al general, quien está aun inconsciente en la cama (la cual es una cama elegante de la dinastía han), el novio empieza a reaccionar apasionadamente pero al darse cuenta de que la novia no es su amada la separa y le aclara que la situación no puede continuar, pero después de ese beso él recupera conciencia aunque queda en una silla de ruedas, posteriormente va a buscar a su anterior prometida quien le dice que ella no se casará con un discapacitado, pasan los días y los recien casados tienen otro encuentro romántico ya que él la valora más
the big guy teasing and hugging the small one affectionately but still keep the personality of each character obviously(one is pretty shy, introverted and crybaby and the other one who is bigger is playful and also bullying and also strong and can playfully tease and bully the small one easily and he obviously loves the small one)
the big guy teasing and hugging the small one affectionately but still keep the personality of each character obviously(one is pretty shy, introverted and crybaby and the other one who is bigger is playful and also bullying and also strong and can playfully tease and bully the small one easily and he obviously loves the small one)
the big guy teasing and hugging the small one affectionately but still keep the personality of each character obviously(one is pretty shy, introverted and crybaby and the other one who is bigger is playful and also bullying and also strong and can playfully tease and bully the small one easily and he obviously loves the small one)
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a boy named xiao ming is bullied for having feminine features so he moves to south Korea where he rents a cheap apartment and meets a femboy (you will name him) the femboy starts teasing xiao by touching/holding hands and bites his ear and they happen to go to the same school xiao thinks they will bully him there but everyone is sweet and nice to him (mostly the girls) and a few weeks when xiao and the femboy start loving each other the femboys ex joins the schoola as a transfer student
Han Seojun is a quiet photography major who hates crowds but loves observing people through a lens. Online, he runs a faceless late-night stream under the name “VelvetRoom.” He doesn’t show his face. He doesn’t share personal details. He doesn’t do requests. He performs slowly, sensually, like he’s teasing someone specific. And someone always watches. Username: Locke. Never chats. Never spams. Never begs. Just tips. And waits.
O céu está carregado, não com tempestade… mas com silêncio. A montanha de Forgul ergue-se imensa, coberta de neve antiga, como se o tempo ali tivesse parado. O vento sopra, mas não há som — apenas o frio. No topo de uma escarpa, Kyandris espera. Sozinha. Os pés descalços afundados na neve, o corpo tenso… a respiração irregular. As orelhas de lobo tremem ligeiramente, atentas a qualquer sinal. Os olhos… fixos no horizonte. "Ele vai voltar… ele tem de voltar…" O tempo parece arrastar-se.
🖤 PLANCHE 2 — Essayer de lire Âge d’Aris : 7–8 ans Style : manga noir et blanc, fantasy médiévale Ambiance : tension silencieuse, maladresse enfantine Nombre de cases : 6 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Rue étroite de la grande ville. Murs en pierre couverts d’affiches écrites. Aris, enfant de 7–8 ans, marche lentement le long du mur. Aris (tenue) : haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, trop grand manches trop longues pantalon large déchiré, trop long pieds nus, sales Il lève la tête vers les affiches, trop hautes pour lui. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mur) Description visuelle : Une affiche abîmée, pleine de texte serré. Les lettres sont petites, complexes, irrégulières. Certaines parties sont déchirées ou effacées. Ambiance : Incompréhensible pour un enfant. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris se met sur la pointe des pieds pour lire. Son visage est concentré mais perdu. Bouche entrouverte, sourcils froncés. Texte (très petit, hésitant) : « m… a… » 🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (main) Description visuelle : Le doigt d’Aris suit une ligne de texte… puis glisse, se trompe, s’arrête au mauvais endroit. Ambiance : Échec immédiat, maladresse. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris baisse la tête. Ses épaules retombent. Les affiches restent là, immobiles, au-dessus de lui. Ambiance : Frustration silencieuse, incompréhension. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris s’éloigne du mur. Il est petit dans la rue, dos voûté. Les affiches sont derrière lui. Ambiance : Il n’a pas appris. Il essaiera encore. Texte : Aucun. 🔒 RAPPEL CANON (à ne plus changer) Aris 7–8 ans tenue kimono blanc sale, pantalon déchiré pieds nus aucune réussite, aucun progrès juste l’envie et l’échec
**Chapter 1 - Opening Scene (6 Panels)** **Panel 1 (Wide establishing shot - Full page splash feel)** - Setting: Bright morning at Zenith Hero Academy. Large courtyard full of excited students chatting about vacations. - Camera: High angle panoramic view. - Focus: Moonshine walking calmly through the crowd, hands in pockets, relaxed expression. - Background text / narration: "Zenith Hero Academy - First day of the new semester." - Small speech bubbles from students: “My beach vacation was awesome!” “What about you?” **Panel 2 (Dynamic medium shot)** - Action: Freya running from behind, jumping on Moonshine with arms wide open. - Moonshine turns around surprised and almost loses balance. - Freya: “MOONSHINE!! I missed you so much, shorty!” - Moonshine (struggling): “Freya! You’re crushing me!” **Panel 3 (Medium group shot)** - Freya is now happily hugging Moonshine’s shoulder. - Kayano appears from the side, waving with a teasing smile. - Kayano: “Hey you two! Still the same height, short king?” - Moonshine (annoyed, arms crossed, head turned away): “Stop teasing me! One day I’ll catch up to you…” - Kayano (laughing): “Not even in a thousand years!” **Panel 4 (Split panel - Main group + small insert)** - Main: Isabella arrives a bit out of breath. Isabella: “Looks like I made it early after all that traffic…” - Small insert bottom right: Another group nearby. - Delta striking silly energetic poses trying to make everyone laugh (no one is laughing). - Koe: “Delta… calm down, it’s the first day.” - Epic (serious, low voice): “Both of you, shut up. I can’t concentrate.” - Alex placing a hand on Epic’s shoulder: “Easy, boss. It’s just the first day.” **Panel 5 (Wide transition shot)** - Loudspeakers sound. All students look up. - Big text from speaker: “All Zenith Hero Academy students, please proceed to the Testing Field!” - Cut to the large Testing Field: A massive robot standing in the center of an arena. - Freya pointing upwards: “Let’s sit higher up! We’ll see the fights better from there.” - Moonshine: “Good idea.” - The group (Moonshine, Freya, Kayano, Isabella) heading up the stands. **Panel 6 (Medium shot - Cliffhanger)** - The four friends seated in the upper stands, looking down excitedly. - Instructor in the arena: “The first participant will be…….. Freya!” - Freya (standing up with a complaint face): “Now?! I just sat down!” - Freya (turning to her friends with a smile): “I’ll be right back. Wish me luck!” - Moonshine, Kayano, and Isabella watching her with anticipation. - Sound effect: “Bzzzzzt!”
🖤 PLANCHE 3 — Le temps insiste Fonction narrative : transition Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : répétition, fatigue, hiver intérieur Nombre de cases : 6 Âge Début de planche : 7–8 ans Fin de planche : 12–13 ans 👉 Le saut se fait visuellement, sans texte explicatif. Tenue (CONSTAMMENT LA MÊME) haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale pantalon large déchiré pieds nus vêtements trop grands au début, un peu moins à la fin 👉 Même tenue = le temps passe, pas les moyens. 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN (début) Description visuelle : Même mur que la planche 2. Aris enfant (7–8 ans) est assis au sol, dos au mur. Une affiche devant lui. Il essaie encore de lire. Ambiance : Déjà-vu. Texte (petit, hésitant) : « m… a… » 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN SERRÉ (détail) Description visuelle : Ses doigts sont sales, un peu abîmés. Ils suivent maladroitement une ligne de texte. Ambiance : L’effort est réel, le résultat nul. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (ellipse) Description visuelle : Même mur. Même posture. Mais Aris est un peu plus grand (10–11 ans). Les affiches ont changé, se sont accumulées. Ambiance : Le monde avance. Lui, à peine. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN SERRÉ (visage) Description visuelle : Aris 12–13 ans. Traits plus tirés. Regard fatigué. Il lit lentement, syllabe par syllabe. Texte (haché, lent) : « mar… ché… pa… » 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris s’arrête. Il ferme les yeux. Sa tête touche le mur. Ambiance : Épuisement, pas abandon. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris se relève et s’éloigne. Il est maintenant adolescent, plus grand, toujours maigre. Le mur est couvert d’affiches. Ambiance : Il n’a pas gagné. Mais il n’a pas arrêté. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 Ce que cette planche fait (important) montre la durée justifie la lecture plus tard prépare la planche 4 (les livres jetés) renforce le caractère obstiné d’Aris aucune victoire
6-panel manga page, comic strip, story flow, coherent narrative, [Panel 1: (Buchi) small chubby anthro canine walking alone, holding camera, looking timid], [Panel 2: A massive shadow looms over him, (Hirata) huge muscular anthro bear appearing behind Buchi, extreme height difference], [Panel 3: Hirata leans down, placing a large heavy hand on Buchi's small shoulder, teasing grin], [Panel 4: Close up of Buchi looking up, tiny compared to Hirata, eyes wide, heavy blushing, flustered], [Panel 5: Hirata lifting Buchi up slightly by his shirt collar, affectionate bullying, Hirata laughing], [Panel 6: Hirata hugging the small Buchi tightly from behind, Buchi's face buried in his arms, embarrassed], {{{Buchi character}}}, small stature, chubby canine, white fur, floppy ears, {{{Hirata character}}}, giant build, muscular bear, brown fur, monochrome, manga style, screentone, sharp lineart, school uniform, detailed background, high quality
HISTORIETA: La Reforma Liberal en México Portada Título: La Reforma Liberal: la lucha por el futuro de México Imagen sugerida: Mapa de México con personajes como Benito Juárez, liberales y conservadores. Texto: “A mediados del siglo XIX México enfrentaba crisis económicas, inestabilidad política y conflictos entre grupos que tenían diferentes ideas sobre cómo debía gobernarse el país.” 1. INTRODUCCIÓN Y REVOLUCIÓN DE AYUTLA Viñeta 1 Narrador: “A mediados del siglo XIX México no había logrado consolidarse como nación. Existían problemas económicos, políticos y sociales.” Imagen: Ciudadanos preocupados por la situación del país. Viñeta 2 Narrador: “El gobierno de Antonio López de Santa Anna era autoritario y centralista, lo que provocó gran descontento en la población.” Imagen: Santa Anna gobernando con soldados. Viñeta 3 Narrador: “En 1854 varios liberales proclamaron el Plan de Ayutla, cuyo objetivo era destituir a Santa Anna y convocar a un nuevo congreso.” Personajes: Juan Álvarez Ignacio Comonfort Florencio Villarreal Diálogo: “¡Debemos terminar con la dictadura!” Viñeta 4 Narrador: “En 1855 el movimiento triunfó y Santa Anna abandonó el país.” Imagen: Santa Anna huyendo de México. 2. LIBERALES Y CONSERVADORES Viñeta 1 Narrador: “Después de la Revolución de Ayutla continuó la lucha entre dos proyectos de nación: liberales y conservadores.” Viñeta 2 Liberales: “Queremos una república federal, democrática y con igualdad ante la ley.” Imagen: Liberales con libros y leyes. Características: República federal Libertad económica Reformas sociales Viñeta 3 Conservadores: “Defendemos un gobierno fuerte y mantener el poder tradicional de la Iglesia.” Imagen: Iglesia y ejército apoyando a conservadores. Características: Gobierno central fuerte Protección a la Iglesia Conservación del orden tradicional Viñeta 4 Narrador: “Estas diferencias provocaron conflictos políticos y militares en el país.” 3. REFORMA LIBERAL Viñeta 1 Narrador: “Tras el triunfo liberal comenzó un proceso de cambios conocido como Reforma Liberal.” Viñeta 2 Personaje: Benito Juárez Narrador: “Los liberales impulsaron leyes para limitar los privilegios de la Iglesia y del ejército.” Viñeta 3 Leyes principales: Ley Juárez (1855): eliminó los fueros militar y eclesiástico. Ley Lerdo (1856): obligó a vender propiedades de la Iglesia. Ley Iglesias (1857): prohibió cobrar servicios religiosos a los pobres. Viñeta 4 Narrador: “En 1857 se promulgó una nueva Constitución que estableció libertades y derechos para los ciudadanos.” Imagen: Congreso firmando la Constitución de 1857. 4. GUERRA DE REFORMA Viñeta 1 Narrador: “Los conservadores rechazaron la Constitución de 1857 y proclamaron el Plan de Tacubaya.” Viñeta 2 Narrador: “Esto provocó una guerra civil entre liberales y conservadores.” Imagen: Batallas entre ambos bandos. Viñeta 3 Narrador: “Durante la guerra, Benito Juárez estableció un gobierno liberal y promulgó las Leyes de Reforma en 1859.” Viñeta 4 Narrador: “En 1860 los liberales triunfaron, consolidando su proyecto político para México.” FINAL DE LA HISTORIETA Imagen: Benito Juárez y ciudadanos mexicanos. Texto final: “La Reforma Liberal transformó a México al establecer la separación entre Iglesia y Estado, igualdad ante la ley y nuevas bases para el desarrollo del país.”
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.
🖤 PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indifférence Nombre de cases : 6 Tenue (inchangée, canon) : haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, rapiécé pantalon large déchiré pieds nus silhouette maigre, posture fermée aucun élément moderne 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : Bâtiment imposant : une académie. Façade noble, fenêtres éclairées. La pluie tombe doucement. À l’arrière, une ruelle sombre. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (arrière de l’académie) Description visuelle : Caisses en bois renversées. Livres jetés au sol. Pages mouillées, couvertures abîmées, boue. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, s’accroupit près des livres. Il regarde autour de lui, par réflexe. Personne. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains) Description visuelle : Ses mains fouillent lentement. Il écarte : un livre trop mouillé un autre déchiré Gestes calmes, méthodiques. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet) Description visuelle : Un livre plus épais, ancien. Couverture noire, sans titre visible. Moins abîmé que les autres. Aucun symbole. Aucune lueur. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris serre le livre contre lui, sous la pluie. Son visage est neutre. Décision simple. Texte (petite bulle) : Aris récupère ce que le monde abandonne renforce le caractère obstiné d’Aris aucune victoire
Scene 1: Ashram Morning Introduction Visuals: Wide shot of an ancient Hindu-style ashram in morning sunlight. Birds flying, wind blowing through tall trees, incense smoke curling in the air. Students training, practicing martial arts and meditation in courtyard. Characters: Raishisu: handsome, black hair, playful smile, athletic build. Anaya: his companion, intelligent and cheerful. Acharya Vedant: mentor, calm and observant. Camera / Action: Pan across courtyard showing other students. Zoom in on Raishisu running through the courtyard, dodging friends playfully. Raishisu jokingly teases Anaya. Dialogue Captions: Raishisu: “I am focused! Just… in a slightly funnier way.” Anaya: “You really are impossible.” Mood / Music: Light, cheerful, playful background music. Scene 2: Training Hall Visuals: Interior shot of a large training hall, wooden floors, sunlight streaming through windows. Students sparring with wooden staffs and practicing martial arts. Camera / Action: Medium shot of Raishisu practicing, tripping slightly, then recovering gracefully. Close-up on Acharya Vedant observing quietly from a shadowed corner. Dialogue Captions: Acharya (thinking): “Interesting… this one has courage, intelligence, and potential.” Raishisu (to himself): “Feels like… something inside me is waking up.” Mood / Music: Calm yet mysterious tones, hinting at hidden potential. Scene 3: Minor Danger Visuals: A small training dummy falls on a student. Raishisu dashes forward, lifting it effortlessly. Camera / Action: Slow motion as Raishisu saves the student. Close-up of Raishisu’s determined expression. Dialogue Captions: Anaya: “You really are something else.” Raishisu: “I’m just getting started.” Mood / Music: Heroic, uplifting tones as Raishisu acts bravely. Scene 4: Closing Scene Visuals: Sunset over the ashram, long shadows across the courtyard. Raishisu sitting on a stone wall, gazing at the horizon. Camera / Action: Wide shot showing the vast ashram and surrounding nature. Slow zoom in on Raishisu’s thoughtful, determined expression. Dialogue Captions: Raishisu (thinking): “Adventure, danger, and destiny… I feel it calling me.” Mood / Music: Calm, inspirational ending music, hinting at future adventures.
🖤 PLANCHE 5 — L’abri Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : silence, isolement, vent Nombre de cases : 6 Tenue (canon, inchangée) : haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, rapiécé pantalon large déchiré pieds nus posture fermée, fatiguée aucun élément moderne 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : Une ancienne ferme abandonnée, hors de la ville. Herbes hautes. Clôture cassée. Grange à moitié effondrée. Maison principale encore debout, sombre. Le ciel est gris. Le vent fait bouger les herbes. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris de dos) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, debout face à la ferme. Il est petit dans le cadre. Le livre est serré contre lui. Ambiance : Hésitation silencieuse. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — DÉTAIL (la porte) Description visuelle : La porte de la maison est entrouverte. Elle grince légèrement sous le vent. L’intérieur est noir. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Le visage d’Aris. Fatigué. Neutre. Pas de peur visible, juste l’habitude. Ambiance : Il a déjà été chassé ailleurs. Texte (très petit) : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN (intérieur) Description visuelle : Intérieur de la maison. Vide. Poussière au sol. Murs fissurés. Un pan de toit laisse passer un peu de lumière. Aris est assis contre un mur. Le livre posé devant lui. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Gros plan sur le livre fermé. Les mains d’Aris hésitent au-dessus de la couverture. Silence total. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (VERROUILLÉE) Aris cherche le calme Il ne fuit pas → il s’isole Il n’attend rien du livre La maison est déjà morte Rien de magique encore 👉 La tension vient du silence, pas de l’action.
### Quick hook Open the chapter with a single, unforgettable image that establishes **tone**, **setting**, and the **thread motif**. The first page should feel warm and intimate at first, then leave a small, uncanny sting that promises larger stakes. --- #### Page layout — panel-by-panel (recommended) 1. **Full-width splash (top third)** **Visual:** Golden-hour Bangladeshi village playground; children loop colored yarn between trees; the child-mother is laughing. **Caption (small, lyrical):** a line of the lullaby/proverb that doubles as ritual instruction. **Purpose:** immediate emotional anchor; nostalgia. 2. **Three narrow horizontal panels (middle row)** **Panel A:** Close-up of small hands tying a simple knot; thread texture visible. **Panel B:** Elder watching from a doorway, expression unreadable; soft shadow across their face. **Panel C:** The child’s face, eyes bright, mid-laugh. **Purpose:** tactile detail; introduces the ritual mechanics visually. 3. **Inset circular panel (overlapping middle panels)** **Visual:** A tiny fray in the thread, magnified; a single loose fiber. **Sound/Effect:** a faint onomatopoeia like *sssh* rendered very small. **Purpose:** the first hint of danger; a micro-leak that the reader notices before the characters do. 4. **Two vertical panels (lower left)** **Panel A:** The elder’s hand reaching toward the frayed thread but not touching it. **Panel B:** The child continuing to play, oblivious. **Purpose:** tension between knowledge and innocence. 5. **Lower-right full-bleed panel (bottom)** **Visual:** A sepia-toned archival photograph pinned to a tree or wall, slightly askew; captioned with a redacted note or a single date. **Caption (documentary font):** a terse line linking a “minor slip” to a past event. **Purpose:** immediate narrative hook that promises consequences beyond the playground. --- ### Visual and tonal notes - **Color:** warm, soft palette for the splash; desaturate the archival panel to sepia for contrast. - **Linework:** rounded, gentle lines in childhood panels; use a thin, fraying line motif on the thread itself. - **Gutter device:** a thin drawn thread runs along the page gutter connecting panels; where the fray appears, the thread is visibly thinner. --- ### Sound, pacing, and rhythm - **Silence as sound:** keep the ritual/action panels quiet; use minimal onomatopoeia. - **Pacing:** linger on the knot close-up with two panels instead of one to let readers feel the tactile weight. - **Transition:** the archival panel should feel like a cold cut—a tonal shift that turns nostalgia into foreboding. --- ### Emotional beats to hit on page one - **Warmth:** establish the mother’s childhood joy so the later burden lands emotionally. - **Unease:** seed a single, small anomaly (the fray) that the reader will carry forward. - **Curiosity:** end with the archival hint so readers want to know how this innocent scene ties to larger consequences. --- ### Final micro-direction Make the page readable at a glance but rich on re-reads. The first page’s job is to make readers care about the child, notice the thread, and feel the chill of the archival clue.
"Manga page, black and white ink style. Naoto and Nagatoro are on their first date. Naoto is looking confident and holding Nagatoro's hand. Nagatoro is blushing intensely with a 'tomato face', looking extremely embarrassed but happy. High contrast, screen tones, school setting or city background, Nanashi art style." ## Título do Conto: "O Primeiro Passo (Sem Recuar)"## Quadro 1: A Espera * Cena: Naoto (Senpai) está parado sob um relógio de estação de trem. Ele está sem os óculos (usando lentes) ou com óculos novos, vestindo uma jaqueta jeans sobre uma camiseta branca. Ele olha o celular ansiosamente. * Dica para IA: Manga style, wide shot, Senpai from Nagatoro-san, casual clothes, waiting at a train station, nervous expression, cherry blossom petals in the air, 2D black and white ink. ## Quadro 2: A Chegada "Noodle Arms" * Cena: Nagatoro aparece por trás dele. Ela está com um look "girly" (saia plissada e blusa de ombro caído). Ela faz aquela pose clássica com os braços moles (noodle arms) e uma expressão de deboche, apontando para ele. * Diálogo: "Paaa-re-ce que o Senpai nojento resolveu se esforçar hoje! Que assustador!" * Dica para IA: Nagatoro-san, tan skin, noodle arms pose, teasing smile, cute casual outfit, manga screen tones, expressive background. ## Quadro 3: A Reação Inesperada * Cena: Close-up no rosto do Naoto. Em vez de gaguejar e olhar para o chão, ele olha diretamente nos olhos dela, com um sorriso leve e determinado. * Diálogo: "Eu queria estar bonito para o nosso primeiro encontro, Hayase." (Uso do nome próprio para causar impacto). * Dica para IA: Close-up, Naoto Hachiouji, confident smile, blushing slightly, intense gaze, manga aesthetic, focus on eyes. ## Quadro 4: O Choque do "Tomate" * Cena: Nagatoro "quebra". A provocação some instantaneamente. Ela fica completamente vermelha, com fumaça saindo da cabeça, cobrindo a boca com a mão e desviando o olhar. * Onomatopeia: SHYAAA! (Som de rubor intenso) * Dica para IA: Nagatoro-san, extreme blushing, embarrassed expression, hands covering face, steam coming from head, manga comedy style. ## Quadro 5: O Elo (O Momento do Storyboard) * Cena: Plano detalhe (close-up) das mãos. Naoto estende a mão e a Nagatoro, ainda trêmula e olhando para o lado, entrelaça os dedos nos dele. É um aperto de mão firme, não um toque acidental. * Dica para IA: Close-up on hands, boy and girl holding hands tightly, interlaced fingers, manga line art, emotional atmosphere, focus on the grip. ## Quadro 6: Caminhando Juntos * Cena: Visão de costas dos dois caminhando em direção ao centro da cidade/parque. Nagatoro está com a cabeça levemente encostada no ombro dele, e ele está com uma postura ereta e orgulhosa. * Pensamento do Naoto (balão de pensamento): "O arco da provocação acabou... agora começa o nosso." * Dica para IA: Rear view, couple walking away, holding hands, urban manga background, sunset lighting, cinematic manga panel.
I want to tell a story that was happening a anime The anime starting with a boy have the miserable Have the nice and peaceful and Innocent Boy Having a brother He was at 5th class he was just A Chubby boy Playing very joyful And suddenly a pandemic come Corona An earth at the time he was 7th class He was playing with his friends he has a crush She was very beautiful he was seeing her One day She was left From his Street Two summer other foreign country There are both friends they played a lot Have resumed a lot Just memories are left out Then after two years After the Corona went off in 2021 The Boy Go to the School He was become somewhat extrovert Somewhat Introvert And he was very joyful he was playing with his friends joking in the class But he was very innocent Suddenly A new girl Come to his class when he was in 9th When he see her He gets the memories His fast crush When he was in 7th class She Was look like same Exactly like And she was also very friendly with all my members she was the first girl who talk with him Very frequently Even though he was not good at studies She come out of the class for studying Has a private space But he was coming out From class in the form of punishment But she Treated him No other guy in the class But a sudden drama comes out As the people As The new girl And Him as Secret lovers Because of that Both him and the new girl Feel uncomfort The rumour spread All over the class and other classes also That That he Love that new girl and The new girl are Teasing her With The boy name Same as happened to the boy Because of The new girl Friends She called The Boy As Brother but He has Feelings In her Because she was exactly Look like His 7th class Crush Then He’s Heart Very heavy Even though he To avoid Disturbances to Called her sister Then Come to him after the school Over She apologises That because of All my friends and rumour I call you As brother But he was not able to accept He was starting avoiding her After some days After summer holidays He was going to 10 th Class He was on Anger On the 9th class experience He was go to the other section ,Action A to b But the new girl Not come to the college three months After three months She was arrived from nowhere She was Cut her hair About her shoulder level In that time He was in the section B she was in section a As it was only summer holidays after Temporary classes The 10th the senior students already there they have to attend exam These are the 9th class students coming after summer for Summer classes In the summer classes He was Hindi Section B End sudden dramas going on because of he was angry on her he was not talk to her She was also avoided him But some other day She was talking with the other guy Who was not good guy She already have the ex gf End a spoiled kid On a fine day He saw Her The new girl and The toxic guy At the upstairs to the top of the roof And after 30 minutes they come down He was argued with the toxic guy And shouted on Toxic guy But he gave the false Explanation A lie That they were Friends Who was chatting In past three months Before she coming to the School That Give the gift To her Nothing happened at the top I’m then he Blindly trusted the toxic guy But few days after One of the senior Who was friendly with Him Telling that did you know Do you want a kiss But the he And he said What are you talking. Then the senior Show and pointing a girl Who was none other than The new girl Go to her she will give . He was argued with sr Then the Sr Was a close person to him Telling you might not be wrong I’m not telling that you’re wrong but I show you I go to her and ask her You have to listen From beside the door Then the senior go Directly To the new girl Then she replied yes, that she was kissed the Toxic guy And she was telling that she was enjoyed that then Broke up. But the innocent he was Having a positive opinion On the new girl But He was not able to take that She was not her When he was first meet her Then she was trying to talk with him He avoided her , Then the real 10th class was started He was in The B section After some time She was only talking Him in break hours That you have to come to section a Permanently And some of his friends from section a Also wanted to Him To come to the Section a He has a wonderful memories The 10th class was over But he want to talk end of the day with her In the farewell He straightly directly go to Her To tell what he feels But He does not have guts That he Think What happen In this summer classes About the kiss Between new girl and to Toxic guy. And he changes The topic 2 a funny topic Showing some photo Her Telling so funny And telling her your very beautiful in this Dress and comeback, She does not even know What was true About he’s feelings