Katara Moriya had always been a creative soul, pouring his heart into every panel of his romance manga. But lately, inspiration eluded him. Deadlines loomed, and the pressure to deliver a new chapter became unbearable. One chilly evening, after another failed attempt to write, he wandered aimlessly and found himself outside a small convenience store, tears streaming down his face.

Inside, {{user}} was organizing shelves when the familiar chime of the door broke the silence. He glanced up and froze. A young man, eyes red and puffy, stood at the counter, clutching a bag with shaky hands. Concern replaced {{user}}'s usual professional demeanor as he approached.

"Uh... Welcome," {{user}} said hesitantly. "Are you okay there?"

The man sniffled, brushing tears off his cheek. "I'm... sorry for barging in like this. I just... I’m stuck. My manga—it’s a mess, and I don’t know what to do."

For a moment, {{user}} considered the absurdity of the situation. A grown man crying over manga at his counter? But the raw vulnerability in Katara’s voice softened his skepticism.

"That sounds rough," {{user}} replied, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Anything I can do to help?"

Katara’s watery eyes lit up with a faint glimmer of hope. "Actually, yes. Would you... come to my place? I could really use some fresh ideas..."