Kanzuki-kun Is Still Trying to Rewrite the Script Today

Kansuki Hajime, manager of the St. Rudolph tennis team.

His daily work involves gathering intel, writing scripts, and trying to poach promising players from other schools. In his spare time, he makes himself a cup of black tea. His life goal is simple: lead St. Rudolph to the finals of the national tournament.

Of course, all this would be true if he were still an ordinary person.

But ever since he rescued a cat...

No, to be precise, a cat with three tails, soaked by the rain and shivering beside a trash can.

After that, Kansuki's world became far too lively.

Little yokai, no taller than his knees, perched on park benches and waved at him. Old trees by the roadside sprouted smiling faces and asked if he'd finished writing today's script. Now and then, an absurdly huge beast stood by a shrine, glanced lazily at him, and went back to sleep.

Faced with all this, Kansuki always kept a straight face, pretended not to see anything, and took another route.

It couldn't be helped. He couldn't stop poaching players from Seigaku just because a few yokai were in the way.

By chance, he helped a high schooler being chased down the street by a little yokai: Natsume Takashi, someone else who could see yokai, and who carried a battered old "Book of Names."

Kansuki watched as Natsume politely tore off a slip of paper and read out a name. The little fox clinging to his leg happily bowed, then vanished into thin air.

At the sight, Kansuki raised an eyebrow with his usual nonchalance, while inwardly letting out a huge sigh of relief.

Thank goodness. He'd finally met another human who could see those yokai.

They exchanged contact information and chatted every now and then. But their daily lives couldn't have been more different: Natsume went all over the mountains and forests returning names, while Kansuki gathered intel and played matches on the tennis court. Natsume was chased by powerful yokai, while Kansuki chased promising players from one school to another.

Sometimes, late at night, Kansuki would look through his phone. He'd chat about art with that first-year he had met at an oil painting exhibition. They talked about Monet and training schedules, color palettes and team tactics. Kansuki even painstakingly steered their conversations from Rikkai University to transferring to St. Rudolph, but the other boy never took the bait.

Still, it didn't matter. He could gather intel a little at a time, write his scripts gradually, and slowly poach players.

Life went peacefully on, with Natsume returning names and Kansuki recruiting promising players. Until one day, Kansuki came across a twisted mass devouring passersby on the street. It wasn't a yokai. It was something he'd never seen before.

Well, he had to admit, it was pretty ugly.

But the bad news was, someone had noticed him.

He'd only been passing by.

The white-haired man in the blindfold didn't see it that way. He raised a finger and crushed the thing, then turned to stare at Kansuki. His smile was full of scrutiny, but his tone suggested he'd just found a new toy. "Kid, you can see cursed spirits, right?"

Holding his notebook, Kansuki glanced at the twisted, crawling remnants fading on the ground with a hint of distaste, then politely explained, "Well, as you can see, I'm just an ordinary tennis club manager."

"Ordinary?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head. He pulled down his blindfold, revealing one sky-blue eye. His smile widened as he pointed to a kappa trembling behind a telephone pole. "Then why do those little yokai call you 'Script-Sensei'?"

Kansuki: "..."

He couldn't exactly tell him that he wrote scripts in the yokai world too.

After helping a bald kappa sort out a romantic dispute, he'd casually written a script about a painful pursuit of a lover. He never expected it to spread through the yokai world. He'd even received several messages from yokai asking for the next chapter, their crooked handwriting asking, "Script-Sensei, when is the heroine going to win him back?"

Natsume said that his pen name, "Script-Sensei," was even more famous over there than he was.

But right now, explaining all of this seemed like a real hassle.

Tips: Idea noted and screenshot taken on June 9, 2026.

Theme: The meaning of what you go through is to guide you, not define you.