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Clouds heavy with moisture drifted slowly across the sky. The sun shone down warm, almost kind yet beneath that light, the world carried something darker, something unseen. A quiet house stood with its garden wide and still. The door opened. She stepped out. A beautiful woman with blue hair, dressed in a flowing red frock that caught the fading light like fire. She moved softly, almost unreal—like a dream that had wandered into the real world. Her hair fell gently over her shoulders, glowing faintly like twilight. For a moment, everything felt peaceful. Then something changed. Her smile stayed...but it didn’t feel right anymore. It twisted. The warmth vanished from her face, replaced by something cold and distant. Slowly, without panic, she raised her hand and pushed it forward and it passed into her own stomach. Like her body wasn’t real. Like the world itself had broken. Her eyes widened. She tried to understand, but she couldn’t even see who had done this to her. No face. No shadow. Nothing. Only pain. Her gaze lifted toward the sky, trembling. Tears filled her eyes, mixing with blood as they slid down her cheeks. She had loved her life. She truly had.
Act as my expert AI Manga Creator and Visual Director. I am providing you with the definitive, hyper-detailed production script for my 260-page Cyberpunk Shonen Manga titled "Digital Rebellion: The Solo Paradox". You must generate the layout, individual page panel structures, and visual assets based strictly on this comprehensive, unedited script. ### GLOBAL DIRECTIVES FOR THE AI: 1. ART STYLE: Gritty, high-contrast Cyberpunk Shonen manga. Use heavy ink shadows, stark contrast, and sharp action lines. Color panels (if any) or covers must feature neon greens, cyans, and deep midnight blacks. 2. PROTAGONIST DESIGN (ME): The main character is ME (Ziad). I am a 14-year-old solo tech genius with sharp, hyper-focused eyes. 3. THE ABSOLUTE RULE: I MUST wear a black Che Guevara beret with a prominent silver star centered on the front in EVERY SINGLE PANEL across all 260 pages. 4. SOLO ACTION: For the first half of the manga, I have NO sidekicks, friends, or assistants. I solve every cyber crisis completely alone. 5. LANGUAGE: All panel dialogue, text overlays, and speech bubbles must be written in flawless, natural English. --- ### COMPLETE 260-PAGE DETAILED PANEL SCRIPT #### CHAPTER 1: THE SOVEREIGN TERMINAL (Pages 1–50) - Pages 1–15: Establish my base. Show my bedroom in the UAE, stylized as a dark, intense tech lab. Panels must detail stacks of monitors, open computer casings, scattered microcontrollers, and a massive stylized Che Guevara poster integrated with circuit board graphics on the wall. Show me sitting alone, face illuminated by the harsh blue light of a screen running a complex Kali Linux virtual environment. I am executing an aggressive network penetration test, bypasses, and security audits. - Pages 16–30: The tension builds as lines of code stream down my terminal. Suddenly, a massive, screen-shaking sound effect panel: *SLAM! SLAM!* My disciplined father knocks heavily on my door, demanding I shut down my systems, stop staying up late, and focus on my 8th-grade exams. Show my panic—close-up on my hand hitting a kill-switch macro to instantly clear the screens and hide my setups just as the door opens. Show the intense, silent stare-down between me and my father before he leaves. - Pages 31–50: I cannot solve a highly adaptive encryption block on the target firewall during the day. I decide to use Lucid Dreaming techniques (WBTB/SSILD). Panels show me sleeping, then transitioning into a breathtaking, surreal "Lucid Dream Matrix." In this dream world, I am fully conscious, wearing my silver-star beret, floating inside a sea of glowing green code fragments. I manually rearrange the floating data streams with my hands, using my subconscious mind to completely crack the encryption algorithm before waking up with a confident grin. #### CHAPTER 2: HARDWARE ISOLATION (Pages 51–100) - Pages 51–70: The cyber threat escalates. I discover a critical network backdoor but cannot access it remotely due to an air-gapped security switch. I must build a physical hardware bridge. Show me pulling out a discarded, broken Samsung Galaxy A10 smartphone. Panels must show a macro view of my hands unscrewing the chassis, inspecting the mainboard, and tracing lines using a homemade test probe I built myself. - Pages 71–85: THE CRISIS. While separating the internal components, my hand slips. A dramatic, high-impact panel shows a critical, ultra-thin flex cable tearing in half. A digital timer on my monitor starts counting down—I have minutes before the security system resets and locks me out forever. - Pages 86–100: Show extreme close-ups of my eyes focusing through a magnifying visor. Sweat drops fall. Using my homemade probe, thin copper wiring, and a fine-tip soldering iron, I execute high-stakes "trace jumping," manually bridging the microscopic broken connections on the board. The final panel of this chapter shows the screen flashing to life: *SYSTEM BOOT SUCCESSFUL*. I have bypassed the hardware lock entirely alone. #### CHAPTER 3: THE MIRROR IMAGE – ENTER OLIVIA (Pages 101–150) - Pages 101–120: I plug my modified hardware bridge into the network. As I navigate a highly encrypted, restricted darknet terminal to complete my patch, I notice a massive anomaly: someone else is actively inside the same terminal, writing counter-code and modifying the firewall signatures live against me. Show my shock. I execute an advanced trace-route command to track the ghost signal through local servers. - Pages 121–135: The trace leads me to a physical confrontation in a highly modern, sleek technological urban sector in the UAE. Expecting an adult corporate hacker, I instead encounter Olivia. She is a 14-year-old girl who is my absolute mirror image. Panels must show her design: a cool, defiant rebel aesthetic, sharp confident eyes, and an elite aura. - Pages 136–150: Olivia and I realize we are targeting the same system exploit, but our personalities clash instantly. Panels must feature aggressive, fast-paced dialogue boxes showing our mutual stubbornness, pride, and identical hyper-focused temperaments. We trade sharp technical insults about our coding styles—she mocks my Linux setups, I mock her Tailwind CSS interfaces—before realizing we must combine forces. #### CHAPTER 4: THE BINARY REBELLION (Pages 151–210) - Pages 151–180: The system's main defense mechanism triggers an aggressive, self-replicating AI firewall that threatens to wipe out the region's digital infrastructure. Olivia and I set up a massive dual-terminal command center. Show us sitting side-by-side. I command the defensive Kali Linux tools, network routing, and hardware stabilizers, while Olivia rapidly deploys custom Python automation scripts and fluid front-end controller overrides. - Pages 181–210: Visual representation of a digital war. Code lines, data packets, and firewall nodes swirl around us in the panels like shonen combat magic. Panels must capture our insane typing speeds—mechanical keyboards clicking furiously (*TAP-TAP-TAP!*). Throughout the chaos, we maintain a relentless stream of witty, highly competitive, and defiant verbal banter, perfectly predicting each other's moves and syncing our code into an elite, unified counter-offensive. #### CHAPTER 5: ACCESS GRANTED & THE FINAL CONFESSION (Pages 211–260) - Pages 211–230: We deliver the final synchronized code injection. A massive, high-contrast double-page spread shows all our monitors flashing a brilliant, neon green with the words: `[CHALLENGE CRACKED] // [ACCESS GRANTED]`. The cyber collapse is completely averted. We collapse backward into our chairs, exhausted but triumphant. - Pages 231–245: Cut to a scenic transition. Olivia and I are standing on a towering skyscraper rooftop overlooking a stunning modern city skyline in the UAE at dawn. The wind is blowing heavily, rustling our clothes. The sky shifts from deep purple to soft orange. The digital chaos is over, leaving an intense, quiet emotional tension between us. - Pages 246–260: I take a deep breath, step forward, and adjust my signature black Che Guevara beret. Looking Olivia directly in her sharp, defiant eyes with absolute sincerity and vulnerability, I openly confess my love and tell her I want us to be together. Show Olivia’s tough exterior completely melting—a beautiful, rare panel of her blushing in surprise, followed by her trademark confident, charming smile as she accepts my feelings and takes my hand. The final full-page panel of the manga is a spectacular, scenic wide-angle shot of the two of us standing hand-in-hand as an official, unstoppable elite tech duo, looking out together at the digital horizon. END OF MANGA.
Di sebuah kota kecil yang terkenal dengan bunga sakura, seorang siswa SMA bernama Haruto Aizawa menjalani hidup yang biasa dan membosankan. Hingga suatu hari ia bertemu dengan gadis ceria bernama Aoi Mizuki di bawah pohon sakura yang sedang bermekaran. Aoi adalah gadis yang selalu tersenyum, menyukai fotografi, dan memiliki mimpi untuk melihat seluruh bunga sakura di Jepang. Haruto yang pendiam perlahan berubah sejak mengenalnya. Mereka mulai pulang sekolah bersama, mengunjungi festival, berbagi mimpi, dan membuat daftar tempat yang ingin mereka kunjungi saat dewasa. Namun Haruto tidak mengetahui satu rahasia besar. Aoi memiliki penyakit jantung langka yang membuat hidupnya tidak akan lama. Episode 1–4: Awal Pertemuan Aoi sering mengajak Haruto melakukan hal-hal aneh. Memotret langit setiap sore. Menulis surat untuk diri mereka 10 tahun di masa depan. Mengunjungi tempat-tempat yang indah. Haruto mulai jatuh cinta. Suatu hari saat festival musim panas, mereka berjalan di bawah kembang api. Aoi bertanya: "Kalau suatu hari aku menghilang, apa kamu akan melupakanku?" Haruto tertawa. "Tentu tidak." Aoi hanya tersenyum.
PROMPT Crie um mangá original com mais de 100 capítulos, inspirado no estilo de isekai, fantasia, escola de magia e ação. A história deve ser longa, com evolução constante do mundo, dos personagens e dos conflitos. Não copie personagens, nomes ou acontecimentos de obras existentes; crie uma obra inédita. O protagonista se chama Kael Astris. Kael é um plebeu extremamente bonito, com cabelos pretos contendo reflexos prateados e olhos dourados. Ele é calmo, frio, inteligente, confiante e raramente demonstra emoções. Apesar de sua aparência elegante, todos o desprezam por ser um plebeu sem nome. Quando tinha apenas 6 anos, Kael desperta um poder único chamado ∞ Gacha System e recebe instantaneamente o Nível 9999. O sistema concede habilidades ilimitadas, incluindo: - Gacha infinito sem limite de uso. - Criar qualquer habilidade. - Criar qualquer magia. - Criar qualquer arma, armadura, item ou artefato. - Criar novos elementos mágicos. - Criar monstros, espíritos e invocações. - Criar dimensões. - Modificar qualquer status. - Aumentar força, velocidade, mana, inteligência, defesa, sorte e qualquer atributo para valores ilimitados. - Roubar habilidades apenas olhando para o alvo. - Copiar qualquer magia. - Evoluir qualquer habilidade instantaneamente. - Criar novas leis mágicas. - Criar novas classes. - Criar novas linhagens. - Criar títulos. - Manipular espaço, tempo e realidade. Apesar de possuir poder absoluto, Kael decide esconder sua verdadeira força. Seu objetivo não é descobrir a origem do sistema. Seu verdadeiro objetivo é se vingar de todos que humilharam sua família, provar que um plebeu pode superar toda a nobreza e mostrar que não existe ninguém acima dele. Quando criança, Kael e sua mãe sofriam humilhações constantes por parte dos nobres. Seu pai morreu injustamente tentando protegê-los. Desde então, Kael jurou fazer todos aqueles que o desprezaram se ajoelharem diante dele. Aos 15 anos, ele entra na Academia Imperial de Magia Eldoria, a escola mais prestigiada do continente. Embora tenha conseguido a maior nota do exame de admissão, ninguém acredita em seu talento por causa de sua origem humilde. Os alunos zombam dele diariamente. Os professores duvidam dele. Os nobres o desprezam. O príncipe do reino tenta humilhá-lo. A princesa mais talentosa da academia inicialmente o considera um inútil. Mesmo assim, Kael continua escondendo sua força, revelando apenas pequenas partes de seu verdadeiro poder quando necessário. A protagonista feminina deve começar arrogante e desconfiada, mas aos poucos perceber que Kael é incomparável e acabar se apaixonando por ele. A história deve conter: - Academia de magia. - Torneios. - Missões. - Dungeons. - Dragões. - Demônios. - Espíritos. - Reinos. - Guerras. - Artefatos lendários. - Famílias nobres. - Intrigas políticas. - Magias extremamente poderosas. - Evolução dos personagens. - Mistérios do mundo. - Grandes batalhas. Kael deve ser sempre o personagem mais forte da história, mas esconder seu verdadeiro nível na maior parte do tempo. As lutas devem ser bem detalhadas, estratégicas e épicas. Os personagens secundários precisam ter desenvolvimento próprio. Os vilões devem ser inteligentes e representar desafios interessantes, mesmo sem serem mais fortes que Kael. A história deve alternar momentos de ação, comédia, romance, rivalidade e desenvolvimento dos personagens. Crie um mundo rico, com vários continentes, reinos, raças, religiões, organizações e sistemas de magia. Cada arco deve apresentar novos inimigos, novas regiões e novos desafios. Planeje a história para durar mais de 100 capítulos, mantendo boa continuidade, sem apressar os acontecimentos e fazendo o protagonista evoluir em influência, fama e respeito, mesmo já sendo absurdamente poderoso desde o início.
The Face I Left Behind Chapter 1: The Boy Nobody Saw Page 1 Panel 1: A crowded high school hallway. Students laugh, talk, and walk past each other. Narration: “Everyone wants to be noticed.” Panel 2: A boy walks through the hallway holding books tightly. His hair covers his eyes. His uniform is slightly messy. Student 1: “Is that Ren again?” Student 2: “Man… he looks worse every year.” Panel 3: Close-up of Ren Akizuki’s face. Tired eyes behind glasses. Narration: “But some people spend their entire lives trying to disappear.” ⸻ Page 2 Panel 1: Ren sits alone at lunch while everyone else is with friends. Ren (thinking): “Every day is the same.” Panel 2: A popular group walks by. Popular Girl: “Why does he even come to school looking like that?” Panel 3: Ren hears it but pretends he didn’t. Ren (thinking): “I’m used to it.” ⸻ Page 3 Panel 1: Gym class. Students choose teams. Teacher: “Pick your teams.” Panel 2: Everyone gets picked except Ren. Student: “Can Ren just sit out? He’ll slow us down.” Panel 3: Ren stands alone. Ren: “…Sure.” ⸻ Page 4 Panel 1: After school. Ren walks home in the rain. Narration: “People think being ignored doesn’t hurt.” Panel 2: Ren looks at his reflection in a store window. Ren: “Who am I even trying to impress?” Panel 3: He looks away. Ren: “I’m tired.” ⸻ Page 5 Panel 1: Ren arrives home. He opens his phone. Messages: * 0 new messages * 0 missed calls Panel 2: He looks at old photos of himself. Ren: “I’ve been waiting for someone to notice me…” Panel 3: He closes his phone. Ren: “But nobody is coming.” ⸻ Page 6 Panel 1: The next morning. Ren walks into school. Student: “Look, it’s the ugly guy.” Panel 2: A group laughs. Student: “Hey Ren, did you finally give up trying to look normal?” Panel 3: Ren stops walking. ⸻ Page 7 Panel 1: Close-up of Ren’s eyes. For the first time, they look serious. Ren: “…Yeah.” Panel 2: Everyone gets quiet. Ren: “I gave up.” Panel 3: Ren walks away. Narration: “That was the last day anyone saw Ren Akizuki.” ⸻ 2 Years Later Page 8 Panel 1: The school entrance. A new semester begins. Student 1: “Did you hear? We’re getting a transfer student.” Student 2: “Probably nobody special.” ⸻ Page 9 Panel 1: The classroom door opens. Teacher: “We have a new student joining us today.” Panel 2: A tall figure stands in the doorway. Perfect black hair. Sharp eyes. Calm expression. Girls in class: “…” Panel 3: Everyone stares. Girl: “Who is that?” ⸻ Page 10 Panel 1: The boy walks to the front. Teacher: “Introduce yourself.” Boy: “My name is Ren Akizuki.” Panel 2: The classroom freezes. Student: “…Ren?” Panel 3: Flashback of old Ren. Student (thinking): “No way.” ⸻ Page 11 Panel 1: A girl looks shocked. Girl: “That can’t be the same person…” Panel 2: Ren sits down calmly. Ren (thinking): “Two years ago, I wanted everyone to see me.” Panel 3: Close-up of Ren’s eyes. Ren (thinking): “Now I don’t need anyone’s approval.” ⸻ Page 12 Panel 1: The popular girl from before walks past his desk. Girl: “Hey… have we met before?” Panel 2: Ren looks at her. Ren: “Maybe.” Panel 3: She looks confused. Girl: “Why does it feel like I know you?” ⸻ Final Panel Ren walks through the hallway. Everyone watches him. Narration: “The boy nobody noticed disappeared…” Narration: “And the person who returned was someone nobody could ignore.” NEXT CHAPTER: THE FIRST PERSON WHO RECOGNIZED HIM
PANEL 1 — FULL WIDTH ESTABLISHING PANEL (Top of page) Scene: A grand but modest royal bedchamber. Stone walls with faded tapestry. Heavy velvet curtains half-drawn, pale morning light cutting diagonally across the room. An enormous canopy bed dominates the left side — its pillows and blankets disheveled from three days of coma sleep. The room feels still, slightly cold, abandoned. Rieto sits upright in the center of the bed — a tiny silver-haired five-year-old figure swallowed by the massive mattress. His white sleeping robe is rumpled. His silver-gray hair is messy and tangled. His blue-gray eyes are half-open, hazy, staring at nothing. Mood: Disorientation. The silence of someone waking into a life they half-remember. Screentone: Heavy gradient shadow on ceiling and left wall. Fine dot tone across bedding. Sharp diagonal light beam from curtain gap hitting the floor. Caption box top left: "I think I had a weird dream. A gray world. A company. A computer." Caption box below: "But that was me. And this... is also me." PANEL 2 — MEDIUM PANEL (Left side, second row) Scene: Rieto's hands held up in front of his face — tiny, pale, five-year-old hands. He opens and closes them slowly, studying them with quiet intensity. His expression is calm but deeply focused — a philosopher in a child's body. Mood: The uncanny moment of realizing you inhabit a different form. Quiet and unsettling. Screentone: Fine cross-hatch tone on the bed sheets behind his hands. Sharp ink on finger lines and knuckles. Light radiating softly from the window catches his fingertips. Inner monologue bubble: "Small hands. This body. Five years old." Second inner monologue bubble below: "...The line between dream-me and real-me is still blurry." PANEL 3 — WIDE HORIZONTAL PANEL (Right side, second row) Scene: Rieto climbs down from the oversized bed — his small feet dangling over the edge before dropping to the stone floor with a soft thud. The bed towers behind him, making him look even smaller. He lands in a shaft of morning light. His robe pools slightly at his feet, too long for his frame. Mood: First steps. Literally and metaphorically. Slightly comedic in scale contrast. Screentone: Strong shadow cast by the bed frame over the floor. Fine dot tone on sleeping robe fabric folds. Speed line suggestion around his landing feet. No dialogue. Let the visual breathe. PANEL 4 — DRAMATIC VERTICAL PANEL (Full height, right third of page) Scene: Rieto stands directly in front of a tall ornate standing mirror — gold-framed, slightly tarnished, reflecting the dim room behind him. He stares at his own reflection with wide, serious blue-gray eyes. Visual focus: Two Rietos — the real boy on the left side of panel, and his reflection on the right — creating a visual metaphor for two lives, two selves, two memories existing in one small body. The reflection is slightly brighter, sharper. His silver-gray hair catches the light. His face is soft, pretty, delicate — long lashes, small nose, slightly droopy eyes. He looks like a porcelain doll examining itself. Mood: Identity confrontation. Quiet wonder mixed with mild existential confusion. Screentone: Deep gradient shadow fills the room behind him. Fine screentone on mirror frame details. Strong white highlight lines on his hair. Inner monologue bubble (beside reflection): "Gray hair. Blue-gray eyes. Long lashes." Inner monologue bubble below: "...I'm quite the pretty toddler." Small beat panel insert bottom right corner — tiny Rieto expression close-up, one eyebrow slightly raised, mouth curving into the faintest satisfied smile. Caption box bottom: "The dream-me was probably nothing special. But this me... has potential."
En la Escuela Secundaria Belgrano, dos estudiantes eran conocidos por todos: Camila y Tomás. Camila era una de las mejores alumnas del colegio. Responsable, inteligente y siempre dispuesta a ayudar. Tomás, en cambio, era rebelde, llegaba tarde a clases y pasaba más tiempo jugando al fútbol que estudiando. Aunque parecían completamente diferentes, el destino terminó uniéndolos. Todo comenzó cuando una profesora los asignó al mismo proyecto de ciencias. Ninguno estaba contento con la decisión. Camila pensaba que Tomás era irresponsable, y Tomás creía que Camila era demasiado estricta. Las discusiones fueron constantes durante las primeras semanas. —Nunca te tomás nada en serio —le reprochó Camila una tarde. —Y vos te preocupás demasiado por todo —respondió Tomás. Sin embargo, mientras trabajaban juntos, comenzaron a conocerse de verdad. Camila descubrió que Tomás no era un chico problemático porque quisiera serlo. Su padre había abandonado a la familia años atrás y él trabajaba después de clases para ayudar a su madre y a su hermano menor. Tomás, por su parte, descubrió que la vida de Camila tampoco era perfecta. Su madre estaba gravemente enferma y ella cargaba sola con muchas responsabilidades en su casa. Por primera vez, ambos dejaron de juzgarse. Con el tiempo nació una amistad profunda. Compartían largas conversaciones después de clases, se apoyaban en los momentos difíciles y empezaron a sentir algo más fuerte que la amistad. Pero ninguno se atrevía a decirlo. Todo cambió cuando llegó Nicolás, un nuevo estudiante. Era simpático, popular y rápidamente comenzó a acercarse a Camila. Tomás sintió celos por primera vez. Una tarde vio a Nicolás abrazando a Camila en el patio y se marchó sin decir nada. Durante días dejó de hablarle. Camila intentó explicarle que Nicolás solo era un amigo, pero Tomás no quiso escuchar. —No tenés que darme explicaciones —le dijo con frialdad. —¿Entonces por qué te comportás así? —Porque ya no me importa. Aquellas palabras fueron una mentira, pero causaron un daño enorme. Camila terminó llorando en los baños de la escuela. Desde ese día dejaron de hablarse. Las semanas pasaron y ambos sufrieron en silencio. Las calificaciones de Tomás comenzaron a bajar. Camila ya no sonreía como antes. Hasta que ocurrió algo inesperado. Una noche, la madre de Camila sufrió una grave descompensación y fue internada de urgencia. Camila dejó de asistir a clases durante varios días. Cuando Tomás se enteró, comprendió que nada de lo que había ocurrido entre ellos era más importante que estar a su lado. Fue al hospital. La encontró sentada sola en un pasillo, con los ojos cansados de tanto llorar. —Perdón —dijo él. Camila levantó la mirada. —Fui un idiota. Estaba celoso. Porque te amo. Por unos segundos solo hubo silencio. Entonces ella comenzó a llorar. —Pensé que nunca ibas a decirlo. Tomás la abrazó con fuerza. —Yo también te amo. Aquella noche permanecieron juntos hasta el amanecer. Meses después, la salud de la madre de Camila mejoró lentamente. Tomás estuvo presente en cada paso, apoyándola cuando más lo necesitaba. Al finalizar el último año de secundaria, ambos recibieron sus diplomas tomados de la mano. Habían atravesado peleas, celos, dolor y miedo. Pero también habían descubierto que el amor verdadero no consiste en encontrar a alguien perfecto, sino en permanecer junto a esa persona cuando todo parece derrumbarse. Y mientras abandonaban la escuela por última vez, sabían que su historia apenas estaba comenzando.
PÁGINA 1 — O ANIVERSÁRIO Clima: Sombrio, silencioso, melancólico. Quadro 1 (Painel Grande/Estabelecimento de cenário): Vista externa da U.A. à noite. Apenas uma janela do dormitório do Curso de Heróis está acesa, mas com uma luz fraca. Efeito/Onomatopeia: ...Fuuu... (O som do vento da noite). Quadro 2: Interior do quarto. Bakugou está sentado na beira da cama, curvado. O quarto está escuro, iluminado apenas pela lua que entra pela janela e pelo brilho da tela do celular. Quadro 3 (Close-up na tela do celular): Várias notificações de mensagens subindo. Dá para ver faixas de texto como "Deku: Feliz Aniversário, Kacchan!", "Mina: Parabéns, Bakugou! 🎉💥", "Kaminari: Bora comemorar!!". Quadro 4 (Close-up no rosto de Bakugou): Ele está com uma expressão cansada, as sobrancelhas franzidas, um olhar frio e distante. Ele desliga a tela do celular abruptamente. Efeito/Onomatopeia: Clack. (Celular batendo na cômoda). Bakugou (Pensamento): Que perda de tempo... Mais um ano infernal. PÁGINA 2 — KIRISHIMA APARECE Clima: Quebra repentina de energia, caloroso. Quadro 1: A porta do quarto se abre de repente, quebrando o silêncio. Efeito/Onomatopeia: Gacha! (Porta abrindo). Quadro 2: Kirishima entra, iluminando o ambiente com sua presença. Ele está usando roupas casuais, tem aquele sorriso largo e pontiagudo de sempre. Em uma mão, segura uma sacolinha plástica de conveniência e, na outra, uma caixinha com um bolo simples de mercado. Kirishima: Ei, Bakugou! Sabia que você ia estar acordado. Feliz aniversário, cara! Quadro 3 (Reação de Bakugou): Bakugou olha para trás, pego de surpresa. Seus olhos estão arregalados por um milésimo de segundo antes de voltarem ao normal, misturando irritação e choque. Bakugou: Mas que porra...? Quem te deu permissão pra entrar, Cabelo de Merda?! PÁGINA 3 — BAKUGOU RESMUNGÃO Clima: Cômico, dinâmico, defensivo. Quadro 1: Kirishima ignora completamente os gritos e vai direto até a mesinha de centro do quarto, agachando-se e colocando o bolo e as parada da sacola ali. Kirishima: Não começa a berrar, os outros já foram dormir! E eu trouxe doce, você não pode recusar doce. Quadro 2: Bakugou se levanta, cruzando os braços agressivamente. O rosto dele está tenso e, por puro nervosismo/orgulho, pequenas faíscas começam a estalar involuntariamente nas palmas das mãos dele. Efeito/Onomatopeia: Pachi... Pachi... (Pequenas explosões). Bakugou: Eu não pedi bolo nenhum! Eu odeio essa merda de aniversário, todo mundo agindo como se fosse especial! Some daqui! Quadro 3: Kirishima olha para as mãos estalando de Bakugou e solta uma risada leve, coçando a nuca, zero afetado pelas ameaças. Kirishima: Haha, você não muda mesmo. Relaxa, é só a gente. PÁGINA 4 — O CLIMA FICA MAIS CALMO Clima: Intimista, transição suave, confortável. Quadro 1 (Painel de ângulo aberto): Os dois agora estão sentados no chão, um de frente para o outro, com a mesinha no meio. O bolo está aberto (com uma única vela apagada). O ambiente parece mais quente agora. Quadro 2: Kirishima está comendo um pedaço e falando animadamente, gesticulando com o garfo de plástico, contando alguma bobagem do treino do dia. Kirishima: ...e aí o Kaminari quase fritou o próprio cérebro antes do almoço, você tinha que ter visto! Quadro 3 (Close-up no Bakugou): Bakugou está segurando o seu prato, cutucando o bolo. Ele não está gritando. Ele está olhando discretamente de canto de olho para Kirishima, apenas ouvindo a voz dele preencher o vazio do quarto. A expressão dele suavizou um pouco. PÁGINA 5 — MOMENTO EMOCIONAL Clima: Profundo, sombras marcantes (estilo Seinen). Quadro 1: O diálogo diminui. Um silêncio sutil se instala. Bakugou desvia o olhar para o chão, a sombra da franja cobrindo os olhos. Bakugou: ...Nunca fez sentido pra mim. Quadro 2 (Foco no rosto de Bakugou): Expressão fechada, mas não de raiva, e sim de vulnerabilidade reprimida. Bakugou: Só serve pra lembrar o quanto as pessoas esperam de você. O quanto você tem que ser forte. É só um dia idiota onde as pessoas fingem que se importam porque o calendário mandou. Quadro 3 (Foco no Kirishima): Kirishima para de falar. O sorriso dele some, dando lugar a uma expressão terna, cheia de empatia e uma leve preocupação. Ele realmente entende o peso que o Bakugou carrega. PÁGINA 6 — O SORRISO Clima: Romântico/Slow Burn, quebra de gelo. Quadro 1 (Foco no Kirishima): Kirishima sorri de novo, mas não aquele sorriso energético de antes, e sim um sorriso suave, maduro e profundamente sincero. Ele se inclina um pouco para a frente. Kirishima: Mas o calendário não me mandou vir aqui. Eu vim porque eu quis. Pra mim, o dia que você nasceu é importante, Bakugou. Porque... bem, fico feliz que você esteja no mundo. E que seja meu amigo. Quadro 2 (Grande plano no rosto do Bakugou): O "choque" final. As bochechas de Bakugou ganham um tom leve de rubor (linhas finas de screentone nas bochechas). Ele desvia o rosto rapidamente para o lado oposto, puxando a gola da camisa para cobrir a boca. Quadro 3 (Foco nos lábios de Bakugou): Mesmo tentando esconder e olhando para o lado, o canto da boca dele cede. Um micro-sorriso, quase invisível, mas genuíno, aparece. Bakugou: ...Idiota. Cabelo de merda idiota. PÁGINA 7 — TENSÃO 👀 Clima: Ritmo lento, close-ups dramáticos, eletricidade no ar. Quadro 1 (Painel Horizontal Longo): O silêncio volta, mas agora é um silêncio pesado, carregado de eletricidade. O espaço entre os dois no chão parece menor do que antes. Eles estão muito próximos. Quadro 2 (Close-up nos olhos de Bakugou): Bakugou se vira de volta. Seus olhos vermelhos encontram os de Kirishima. O olhar dele é intenso, focado, quase desafiador, mas com o coração acelerado. Efeito/Onomatopeia: Doki... Doki... (Batida do coração abafada). Quadro 3 (Perspectiva de Kirishima): Kirishima engole em seco, os olhos ligeiramente arregalados, percebendo a mudança drástica na atmosfera. Ninguém se mexe. Ninguém fala. A tensão romântica é quase palpável. PÁGINA 8 — FINAL DA PRIMEIRA PARTE Clima: Conforto, madrugando, transição para algo a mais. Quadro 1 (Painel Grande superior): O relógio na parede marca 03:14 da manhã. A caixinha do bolo está vazia ao lado. Kirishima, exausto do dia de treinos e de ter ficado acordado até tarde, acabou pegando no sono, com a cabeça pesada encostada de lado no ombro de Bakugou (ou na parede bem ao lado dele). Ele parece em paz. Quadro 2 (Close-up no Bakugou): Bakugou não se moveu para não acordá-lo. O rosto dele está completamente relaxado — uma expressão suave e calma que ele nunca mostra para ninguém em público. Ele olha de lado para o Kirishima dormindo. Quadro 3 (Painel Final da Página — Silhueta/Sombreado bonito): Bakugou estica a mão e, com um toque incrivelmente leve e cuidadoso, afasta uma mecha do cabelo vermelho do rosto de Kirishima. A luz da lua abraça o quarto. Bakugou (Sussurro bem baixo): ...Obrigado. (Texto de rodapé do capítulo): No silêncio da madrugada, um sentimento difícil de explodir começa a tomar forma... Continua na Parte 2.
PAGE 1 (Establish their dynamic) Panel 1 (Vertical, full width, top of page) Establishing shot. High school classroom, late afternoon. Golden sunlight streams through windows. Students blurred in background. SFX (sound effect): None – silence Caption box (top left): "Everyone thought they were an odd pair." Panel 2 (Medium shot, bottom left) Neo sits at his desk, writing in a notebook. He looks up with a gentle smile. Dimples visible. Large eyes soft. Chestnut hair falling over forehead. Caption box (continuing): "The quiet sun..." Panel 3 (Medium shot, bottom right) Tian leans against Neo's desk, looking down at him. Broad shoulders. Dyed brown hair at nape. Untucked shirt. His monolid eyes are soft in a way he hides from everyone else. Caption box (continuing): "...and the shadow who loved him." PAGE 2 (Cafeteria – Tian watching from afar) Panel 1 (Wide shot, full page or large panel) Busy high school cafeteria. Students scattered. Neo sits alone at a corner table by a window. Warm light hits his face. He eats slowly, looking outside. SFX (in background, small): chatter chatter Panel 2 (Close-up, inset in top right corner of Panel 1) Tian standing half-hidden behind a pillar. His face is in shadow except one monolid eye visible. He stares at Neo. No caption. No SFX. Pure silence. Panel 3 (Tight close-up, bottom of page) Only Tian's eye. The monolid. A tiny catchlight. His gaze is longing, aching, hopelessly soft. Caption box (small, italic): "Just like this. From here. That's enough." PAGE 3 (Walking home – the almost-touch) Panel 1 (Horizontal, top third of page) Low angle, late afternoon, tree-lined street. Neo walks ahead, looking at his phone. A small smile. Dimples. Rust-colored jacket. Chestnut hair catching light. SFX: footsteps... footsteps... Panel 2 (Medium shot, middle of page) Tian walks two steps behind Neo. His dyed brown hair moves in a light breeze. He watches the back of Neo's head. His hand lifts slowly toward Neo's shoulder. SFX: wind... Panel 3 (Extreme close-up, bottom left) Tian's fingers, almost touching the fabric of Neo's jacket. Hovering. Trembling slightly. Panel 4 (Close-up, bottom right) Tian pulls his hand back. His monolid eyes drop to the ground. His jaw is tight. Painful resignation. Caption box: "Not yet. Maybe never." PAGE 4 (Neo turns around – Tian's mask) Panel 1 (Medium shot, top half of page) Neo turns his head slightly, looking back over his shoulder. His large eyes are curious, open. Dimples fading. Neo (small speech bubble): "Tian? You okay back there?" Panel 2 (Medium shot, bottom half of page) Tian looks up instantly. His face transforms into a confident, easy smile. Monolid eyes crinkle at the corners. Cool mask perfectly in place. Tian (speech bubble, casual): "Yeah. Just thinking. Race you to the corner." SFX: laugh Panel 3 (Small panel, bottom right corner) Tian sprints past Neo, laughing. But his eyes in that one frame – a flash of pain behind the smile. No text. PAGE 5 (Study session – Tian stares) Panel 1 (Full page spread or large panel) Cozy bedroom. Evening. Desk lamp and fairy lights. Warm orange glow. Neo sits cross-legged on a dark blue rug, back against Tian's bed, reading a thick book. Cream sweater. Chestnut hair tucked behind one ear. Dimples as he smiles at the page. Panel 2 (Close-up, inset over Panel 1) *Tian lies on his stomach on the bed above. Chin on both hands. A book is open in front of him but he isn
Chapter 1: A New Beginning The day I left Tamil Nadu for Japan was one of the hardest days of my life. My name is Akash, and I had been accepted into a prestigious university in Japan for my higher studies. It was supposed to be the happiest moment of my life, yet as I stood inside the airport, my heart felt heavier than ever. My entire family had come to send me off. My mother was trying her best not to cry, my father kept giving me advice every few minutes, and my younger relatives were waving at me with teary eyes. When the final boarding call echoed through the airport, reality finally hit me. I was leaving home. As I walked toward the boarding gate, tears rolled down my cheeks. No matter how excited I was about studying abroad, saying goodbye to my family was painful. After boarding the flight, I found my assigned seat and sat down quietly. I stared out of the window, trying to control my emotions. A few moments later, a girl arrived and took the seat next to me. She looked confident and fearless. Her long black hair and calm expression made her stand out from everyone around us. She didn't seem nervous at all. I quickly wiped my tears, hoping she hadn't noticed. Unfortunately, she had. Without saying anything, she took a tissue from her bag and handed it to me. "Don't worry," she said with a small smile. "You'll be fine." I was surprised. That was the first time I met her. Her name was Mikasa. The flight continued quietly. We exchanged only a few words before eventually falling asleep. The next morning, we landed in Japan. After collecting our luggage, we went our separate ways. I didn't even get the chance to ask where she was studying. I assumed I would never see her again. I was completely wrong. A few hours later, I arrived at my university and attended the orientation session. The classroom was already full of students. The professor entered and smiled. "Today, we have two international students joining our class." Everyone looked around curiously. The professor pointed toward me. "This is Akash from India." I stood up and greeted everyone. Then the professor pointed toward another student sitting a few rows away. "And this is Mikasa." The moment our eyes met, both of us froze. "YOU?!" The entire class stared at us in confusion. Neither of us could believe it. Out of all the universities in Japan, we had ended up in the same class. As weeks passed, university life became busier and busier. One evening, after an exhausting day of lectures, I returned to my hostel room and collapsed onto my bed. Suddenly— Knock! Knock! Someone was at the door. I slowly opened it. Standing outside was Mikasa. I was so shocked that I literally stumbled backward and fell onto the floor. "What are you doing in a boys' hostel?!" I shouted. Mikasa looked equally surprised before bursting into laughter. "Relax! This is a co-living hostel. Boys and girls can stay in the same building." I felt embarrassed immediately. "Oh..." She smiled. "Anyway, I'm heading to dinner. I thought I'd check if you wanted to come." That night, we ate together and talked for hours. I learned that she was bold, straightforward, and surprisingly easy to talk to. At one point, I asked, "How are you talking to a boy you've barely known without any fear?" She shrugged. "You don't look scary at all." I laughed. And for the first time since arriving in Japan, I felt at home. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into a month. Before I realized it, Mikasa had become my closest friend. We attended classes together, explored the city together, studied together, and shared countless conversations. However, there was one thing that bothered me. Whenever family was mentioned, her expression changed. One day, I accidentally discovered that she hadn't spoken to her parents since arriving in Japan. That shocked me. Unlike me, who called my family almost every day, she completely avoided talking about hers. A few days later, I found out that her birthday was only four days away. That's when I made a decision. I secretly contacted her parents. At first, they were hesitant. Then they explained everything. They had wanted her to get married and settle down. Mikasa had refused because she wanted to pursue higher studies in Japan. The argument had become so serious that they stopped talking to each other. Even when she left for Japan, they hadn't come to see her off. After hearing everything, I spent days convincing them to record a birthday message for their daughter. Finally, they agreed. On the day of her birthday, something felt strange. Mikasa didn't come to class. She didn't answer my messages. She didn't even show up for dinner. Late that evening, I went to her room carrying my laptop. She opened the door and looked exhausted. Without explaining anything, I placed the laptop on her desk. "Do whatever you want afterward," I said. "But for the next ten minutes, just watch this video." Then I left the room. A few minutes later, she pressed play. The screen lit up. The first faces she saw were her parents'. "Happy Birthday, Mikasa." Her eyes widened. Her parents continued speaking. "We're sorry." "We know we haven't talked to you." "We were hurt, and we know you were hurt too." "But we're proud of you." "We'll start talking to you regularly again." "And most importantly..." "Happy Birthday." By the time the video ended, tears were streaming down her face. Then my own recorded message appeared. "Hey, Mikasa." "I know this gift isn't anything amazing." "But you're my friend." "And friends shouldn't carry their pain alone." "Next time, don't hide things from me." "Happy Birthday." The video ended. A few moments later, there was a knock on my door. I opened it. Mikasa was standing there. Before I could say anything, she grabbed both of my hands and started crying. "Thank you..." That was all she could say. But I understood. The weight she had been carrying in her heart for months had finally become lighter. From that night onward, our friendship grew stronger than ever. Neither of us knew it yet, but this was only the beginning of a story that would change both of our lives forever. To Be Continued...
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# Between First Love and True Connection ### Episode 1-6: The Confession Third year of college had just begun. Shan was known as a good-hearted guy who loved gaming. Unfortunately, he was also known for losing his temper during matches. His friends often saw him arguing with teammates and getting frustrated over small things. For years, Shan had hidden his feelings for Zara. One evening, after gathering all his courage, he finally confessed. "Zara... I love you. I know I'm not perfect, but you mean everything to me." Zara stood silently. "Shan... you're important to me. But I don't have those feelings for you." The words pierced his heart. She continued softly. "I see you getting angry often. I see how gaming affects your mood. I don't think we're compatible." Shan desperately asked for a chance. "What if I change?" Zara shook her head. "People don't change easily. I need time to think." Those words became the tiny thread of hope Shan held onto. --- ### Episode 7-12: Waiting Weeks became months. Shan started improving himself. He spent less time gaming. He focused on studies. He controlled his temper. He became more patient. But every night he wondered the same thing. *"Is Zara thinking about me?"* Whenever his thoughts became too heavy, he texted Jen. Jen was Zara's best friend and also Shan's friend. Unlike Zara, Jen always listened. Whenever Shan felt broken, Jen encouraged him. "Keep moving forward." "Focus on yourself." "You've already improved so much." For six months, Jen became the person who carried Shan through his darkest moments. But she never crossed any boundaries. Because Jen was already in a relationship with The-A, who was also one of Shan's closest friends. --- ### Episode 13: The Night Everything Changed One night Shan felt especially hopeless. He texted Jen. "Do you think Zara will ever like me?" There was a long pause. Then Jen finally replied. "Shan... I don't think Zara is right for you." Those words shocked him. "What do you mean?" Jen sighed. "She asked for time." "But honestly? I don't see her thinking about your feelings." "I see her enjoying her life exactly the same way." "As your friend, I think you're holding onto false hope." Shan felt tears forming. For months he had believed that Zara was seriously considering his feelings. Jen continued. "And honestly, your expectations and Zara's expectations are completely different." "I don't think you two fit together." For the first time, Shan started wondering if everything he had done was for a future that would never happen. --- ### Episode 14: The Misunderstanding Shan was a practical thinker. Whenever someone explained something, he tried to understand it using examples. Without thinking, he asked: "Then are your expectations and The-A's expectations the same?" The moment the message was sent, everything changed. Jen became quiet. A few minutes later she replied. "So I'm trying to support you, and you're comparing my relationship?" Shan froze. That wasn't what he meant. He wasn't questioning her relationship. He was simply trying to understand her point through an example. But the damage was already done. Jen replied again. "Maybe I should just act like everyone else." The conversation ended. That night Shan couldn't sleep. Instead of helping the person who always helped him, he had hurt her. So he made a decision. Maybe it was better if he created some distance. Maybe Jen would be happier without dealing with his problems. --- ### Episode 15: The Promise Days passed. The conversations became shorter. Then one afternoon Jen suddenly messaged him. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "I had a friend before." "He slowly started ignoring me." "I kept wondering if one day you'd do the same." The message stunned Shan. For the first time, he realized Jen had fears too. She wasn't just the person helping him. She was someone who could be hurt. Without hesitation he replied. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you as a friend." For several seconds there was no response. Then Jen simply replied: "Thank you." It was a small conversation. But for Shan, it became one of the most important moments of his life. --- ### Episode 16: The Question Months later. One evening Jen finally asked the question she had been holding inside. "Shan..." "Do you only talk to me because of Zara?" The words hit him harder than Zara's rejection. Because for the first time, he looked back at everything. The late-night conversations. The encouragement. The support. The moments when she listened to him cry. The moments when she stayed awake just to make sure he was okay. And suddenly he realized something terrifying. He had never once considered how she felt. He always thought about his own pain. His own heartbreak. His own loneliness. But Jen had been carrying part of that burden too. And now she believed she was nothing more than a connection to Zara. The thought broke his heart. "No." His fingers trembled. "No, Jen." "Maybe that's why I started talking to you." "But that's not why I stayed." "You became important to me." "You listened when nobody else did." "You saw the side of me that nobody sees." "I don't know what my feelings are anymore." "But I know losing you would hurt more than you realize." For the first time, Jen was speechless. --- ### Final Episodes: Understanding Love Eventually Zara gave her final answer. Her feelings had not changed. She wished Shan happiness. This time Shan accepted it peacefully. Not because it hurt less. But because he had finally learned something important. Love isn't proving yourself to someone. Love isn't waiting endlessly for someone to choose you. Love isn't changing your entire existence for another person. Real love is being accepted while you're still growing. Months later Shan stood on the college rooftop. The sunset painted the sky orange. Jen joined him. Neither of them spoke for a while. Then Shan smiled. "You know... if you hadn't been there, I don't know where I'd be." Jen smiled back. "You would've figured it out eventually." "Maybe." "But I'm glad I didn't have to." For the first time in a long time, Shan felt peaceful. His first love had taught him heartbreak. But an unexpected friendship had taught him something even more valuable. Sometimes the person who saves your heart isn't the person you fall for first. It's the person who quietly stays beside you when everyone else walks away. And in that moment, Shan finally understood what genuine connection truly meant. The future between Shan and Jen remained uncertain. But for the first time, Shan wasn't afraid of uncertainty. Because whatever happened next, it would be built on understanding, trust, and truth. And that was worth more than any dream he had been chasing before.
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