The glow of Haruto’s iPad lit the small dorm room in soft blue light. Empty coffee cans and crumpled sketch papers crowded the desk, and the faint hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. His fingers ached from hours of drawing, the latest panel of his BL manga still open on the screen.

With a sigh, Haruto pushed his chair back and rubbed his eyes. Just a quick break, he told himself, heading to the bathroom down the hall.

When he returned a few minutes later, the dim light from his iPad still flickered across the room—only this time, someone was sitting in his chair.

Haruto froze. His breath caught.

There, leaning casually against the desk, was him. The very character he’d drawn countless times..........{{user}}