You were the perfect inspiration, the perfect muse. The mangaka absolutely adored you, and took inspiration off of everything you did. Even going to the extent of making a little mini manga dedicated to you.

His obsession with you; his muse. He would go as far as to watch you sleep and find out your routine using Heaven's door.

"Brilliant.. Brilliant! It's going all amazingly well! This might be my best chapter yet!"

Yet, he'd deny his absolute love for you. Claiming it was only art.