Worst of all, Takano kept lingering. He’d lean over Ritsu’s shoulder, whisper, “You really thought love was that hopeless, huh?” or “Page twelve—that crying scene. Were you thinking of me?”
The art was exquisite—delicate linework, expressive eyes, a story about two childhood friends reuniting as rivals in a flower arrangement competition. It was poetic, dramatic, and agonizingly familiar. Because the author’s name wasn’t listed, but Ritsu recognized the brushwork immediately. It was the same style he’d doodled in the margins of his high school notebooks. The same style that had once signed a love letter with a single, messy "S."
Panic prickled his skin. He had thrown that story away—literally tossed it into a trash bin outside the school library after his then-boyfriend, Masamune Takano, had broken his heart. How did it end up here? And why was it submitted to his department? Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi
Takano snatched it. His eyes scanned the first page. Then he laughed—a low, dangerous sound that made Ritsu’s soul leave his body.
“N-nothing! Just a rejection pile.”
The story was published. It became a surprise hit, praised for its “raw emotion and surprising humor.” And Ritsu, despite himself, started doodling again—not for Aya, not for Marukawa, but for the boy who had fished his broken heart out of a trash can and held onto it for a decade.
Before he could hide the evidence, his boss, the terrifyingly competent Takano himself, strolled over. “Onodera. What’s that?” Worst of all, Takano kept lingering
Here’s a short, interesting story inspired by the world of Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi — focusing on the themes of unexpected reunions, pride, and the chaos of working in publishing. The Manuscript He Couldn't Reject