[Insecure, introverted male lead x fated tragic transfer student | Mutual salvation | Happy ending]
On my birthday, I received a bizarre gift: a contract with the Grim Reaper.
I traded years of my life for a [script] that could rewrite the future however I wished.
I rewrote my own cowardice, and suddenly my life opened up. Then a transfer student joined our class, a quiet girl who loved reading as much as I did.
I thought this was the beginning of my first love. I had no idea it was the final chapter of the Grim Reaper’s script.
When a runaway train came hurtling toward her, I crossed out the tragedy in the script without hesitation. She survived.
But a month later, a new “accident” arrived right on schedule.
I wrote and rewrote frantically, racing against an unseen fate. My notebook grew thinner and thinner, and I came to the despairing realization that I couldn’t save her. Every rewrite only pushed her toward another death she was destined to meet.
When I used up the last page, I took her place in the coffin.
I thought the story was over. Then the Grim Reaper appeared before her and handed her my “final work.”
Later, time reset, and we reunited with our memories intact.
I became a novelist, and I named the first story I wrote: "Writing an Ending for You"
(A Grim Reaper’s contract + a death loop + a devastatingly tragic ending? No, it’s a top-tier happy ending about two people finding their way to each other!)
Very delicate psychological activity