Some manuscripts, he learned, never truly get rejected.
Before he could hide the evidence, his boss, the terrifyingly competent Takano himself, strolled over. “Onodera. What’s that?” 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. Some manuscripts, he learned, never truly get rejected
For the next three weeks, Ritsu lived a waking nightmare. Every editorial meeting was a dissection of his own heart. The new author, a cheerful woman named Aya, had turned the tragic ending into a comedy where the rivals accidentally glue their hands together and fall in love. She had no idea the original author was sitting across from her, dying inside. the terrifyingly competent Takano himself