Drawing Kenma into a Shonen Manga

Tsukimisato Nanao is a manga artist. Unlike her neighbor Nozaki, who prefers shoujo manga, she specializes in passionate isekai shonen manga, the kind where characters fight while shouting about the bonds they share. As a proper manga artist, she always has just the right real-life models for her work. The "Light and Shadow" duo from Teiko, plus the pink-haired manager: isn't that the classic shonen manga setup of two boys and one girl? Draw them, draw them. That red-haired, chuunibyou team captain: his aura, his looks, his status. It'd be such a waste not to make him a villain. Write that down, write that down. All that's left is the mage character... While Tsukimisato Nanao was fretting over it, a black-haired catlike boy on the volleyball court caught her eye. Bowl cut, cat eyes, high IQ. He's got everything! It's him! But after she got caught red-handed sneaking around to gather material several times, she gave up pretending and dragged Kozume Kenma straight home to be her model. Luckily, Kenma was a good guy. He didn't mind being her reference, and even agreed to be her manga assistant. He also took the initiative to bring her along to training camps to collect material. Kenma was perfect in every way, except that he would sometimes stare at her with a strange look and liked to stick close by her side. He was clingy as a cute little cat with a strong possessive streak, which left Tsukimisato Nanao a little troubled. But for the sake of material, she was willing to put up with that much! Then one day, Kenma suddenly appeared in her study, his hair dyed gold to match one of the characters in her manga and wearing a mage cosplay costume. The boy approached her step by step, radiating an oppressive intensity, until she had nowhere left to retreat. His golden pupils narrowed as they shimmered. His voice held a hint of grievance. "Nanao, why are you avoiding me? Don't you like me best like this...?" "So why are you running away?" His face was full of confusion, and his delicate features were marked with an emotion Tsukimisato Nanao knew well, yet somehow didn't. Her eyes wide with fear, she instinctively reached out to push the boy away. Sensing her rejection, he instantly wiped the expression from his face and moved closer again. "Nanao..." Those golden eyes fixed on her. But when Tsukimisato Nanao came back to her senses and saw Kenma's innocent expression, she decided she must have been imagining things. "Kenma's so cute. How could he possibly be a wolf in sheep's clothing?" The girl thought this with complete conviction, utterly unaware of the murky emotion flashing through the boy's eyes. Some unidentified person: "What kind of normal person checks their girlfriend's social media accounts every single day?!" "He's a creep!" "No, if he's that creepy, why does he even have a girlfriend?! Does that make sense?! Does it?!" Some unidentified person, number two: :) Reader's Note: 1. A sweet story about Kenma and the female lead. A laid-back manga artist x a cat boy who keeps getting put through the wringer. 2. The female lead isn't a manager, but there will be scenes where she accompanies the team to training camps to gather material. 3. The manga-drawing knowledge comes from Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun, and there will be plenty of interactions with its characters. 4. The female lead attended Teiko in middle school and had purely platonic friendships with the Generation of Miracles. 5. Apologies for any OOC characterization. Kenma may be a little clingy in this story, with a touch of darkness now and then. 6. The Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun timeline has been heavily altered. Here's a new upcoming novel to add to your reading list: As a plant-manipulating sorcerer, Fujiwara An considers herself pretty capable, even if she can't compare to those two peers who are on a whole other level. She finds it rather awkward that her very first solo mission has left her trapped inside the domain of a semi-special grade curse. With her cursed energy restricted by an unknown binding, she has no choice but to follow the clues provided within the spiritual domain, one step at a time. Learn Sun Breathing? Sure, she'll learn it. Defeat the Demon King Muzan? Sure, she'll go ahead and slash him more than 200 times. Muzan has gone into hiding, and she can't find him? She'll just hit the time-jump button and wait for him to show up a hundred years later. She never expected that the moment she arrived, she'd end up saving a white-haired cult leader from a demon attack. What? He wants to invite her to visit some Eternal Paradise Cult? That's great. She doesn't have anywhere to stay anyway. But... Is this how your cult treats its guests? One day, Fujiwara An lifted her blanket and saw a meticulously groomed Douma head beside her. She fell silent. Don't repay kindness with treachery! And how did this guy suddenly turn into a demon without her noticing?! At that, the cult leader blinked his sparkling, multicolored eyes twice. "Huh? Because I want to be with An-chan forever~" Fujiwara An: "..." She couldn't be bothered with him. This time, she'll stake every last bit of her dignity on making Muzan disintegrate under the sunlight. "Sun Breathing, Scorching Bone Sunburst." Muzan's Perspective: There were two people Kibutsuji Muzan hated most, which really meant he was terrified of them. One was the red-haired, red-eyed Demon Slayer Corps swordsman Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who wore hanafuda earrings. His innate talent and original Sun Breathing style had nearly driven Muzan to the brink. The other was the navy-haired, blue-eyed swordswoman Fujiwara An, who lived in the same era and used a Sun Breathing style almost identical to Yoriichi's. Though she wasn't as absurdly powerful as the first, she still helped cut off nearly 200 chunks of his flesh. At least he'd been fast enough to run away. Thanks to his talent for lying low, Kibutsuji Muzan didn't dare show himself until both of them had passed away. He'd thought that once he got past that obstacle, the rest of his demon life would be smooth sailing. But nobody told him Fujiwara An would be reincarnated, and with her memories intact! Invited by a newly turned demon who was a cult leader, Muzan strolled leisurely through the halls of the Eternal Paradise Cult, treating it like a sightseeing trip. Then a navy-colored figure caught his eye, and a flash of her blade nearly cut him to pieces. His demonic eyes widened, veins bulging, and he hurriedly ran for it. Kibutsuji cursed and grumbled. That dimwit Douma had actually hidden Fujiwara An, a walking calamity, inside his cult. Then he unilaterally cut off all contact with Douma. Don't ask why. He was scared. After hiding away for another hundred years, Muzan finally poked his head out again. He nodded. Yes, this time it should be safe. But one day, while he was out on the street doting on his new wife and children, he ran into that navy-colored figure again. Fujiwara An looked at Muzan, who was cosplaying as a modern dance king and looked more like a demon than a human, and bashfully waved. "Hello! Fancy seeing you again." Hehe, bet you didn't expect me to come back, huh? ^ ^ Kibutsuji Muzan abandoned his wife and children and ran for his life. Luckily, he ran into his unreliable Upper Rank Two along the way. Though he had always hated this demon because of their past grievances, he couldn't afford to be picky in a crisis. "Douma, stop that woman!" But Douma ignored him, instead blushing and gazing dreamily at the woman chasing Muzan. His voice was sickeningly sweet. "Do your best, An-chan! Once you kill Lord Muzan, I'll marry you!" Muzan stumbled. Damn it, what an idiot. He'd always known this guy couldn't be trusted. Though angry, Kibutsuji Muzan quickly pulled himself together and immediately summoned the other Upper Ranks to protect him. But not one answered, even after half a day. Muzan felt his world collapse. Who could have imagined that the mighty Demon King would return after a thousand years and still be left all alone? Fate itself was out to get him. Theme: A journey's end is made beautiful by the journey itself.