A/N: Hi everyone, so I recently finished both the anime and manga of Mangaka-san to Assistant-san to and it inspired me to work on this written adaptation of the series. Of course, I do not own it or any of the characters, they belong to Hiroyuki. Most of this will be based off the manga chapters, but I will lace in my own oneshots (such as this opening chapter) from time to time. These can be recognized with their ALL CAPS TITLES. So without further ado, I hope you all enjoy!

~Chapter 1: THE MANGA AUTHOR AND HIS ASSISTANT~

Yuuki Aito giggled uncontrollably as he examined the smooth fabric of the striped panties he held in his hands. His assistant, Sahoto Ashisu, stood in the doorway to his apartment, watching with an exasperated expression.

"What are you doing, sensei?"

"A-Ashisu-san?!" He turned and looked frantically at his raven-haired assistant. "When did you get here?"

"I've been here for five minutes or so," she deadpanned before making her way to her usual seat across Aito's. "I'll get to work now." Ashisu sat down and grabbed a blank sheet of paper, preparing to draw a few practice sketches to get warmed up. Before she could pick up her pencil, however, she was distracted by a tap on her shoulder.

"Yes, sensei?" she asked without looking up from the desk.

"Um...ah...you don't have to do that."

A vein appeared on her forehead for a split second. "What do you mean, sensei?" Ashisu asked, the irritation noticeably beginning to creep into her voice. Much to her chagrin, this was completely lost on her dimwitted sensei.

"This week's scripts are done, so we finally have some free time for once!" The carefree mangaka jumped up and down, disturbing the silence with frequent shouts of "Bonzai!" All of this appealed little to Ashisu, however. She sighed and got up, breaking Aito from his celebratory trance.

"See you in a week then."

"W-WHA?!"

Grabbing her bag, Ashisu headed toward the exit, only to be met by Aito's frantically waving arms. The young assistant shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I-I thought maybe we c-could do something t-together?" he stuttered, wiggling his arms in his own uniquely bizarre way. Ashisu stared at him for a moment, contemplating the myriad of excuses she could offer to get her message across. In the end, she decided that simplicity was the best answer.

"No."

At the mere utterance of the word, Aito threw himself to the floor, tears streaming down his face as he cried out in anguish.

"UWAH! A-ASHISU-SAN HATES ME!"

Ashisu watched her shameless sensei roll around on the floor, sobbing hysterically. Yet again, she sighed. Despite having seen this exact scenario play out nearly every day whenever she went home, she still couldn't help but feel sorry for the perverted mangaka. He was like a helpless little puppy, unable to cope or function without someone to guide him along in life. For better or worse, it had seemed that fate had chosen her to be that person.

"Hey," she said, kneeling down. "I don't hate you, sensei."

Hearing her soothing voice, Aito stopped and looked up at his assistant, his face red and puffy. "R-really?"

"Of course not. Sensei has taught me so many things about drawing manga." Ashisu smiled. "Now, please stop crying, okay?"

"O-okay."

Ashisu proffered her hand out to Aito, motioning for him to take it so that they could both return to a standing position.

"Thank you, Ashisu-san."

"Don't mention it." The pair stood in silence for a few moments, Aito sheepishly scratching the back of his head with Ashisu looking at him quizzically. "I guess I'll go now."

"W-wait! What are you going to do now?"

Ashisu stopped and pondered this question for a moment. It was true that she spent most of her waking hours helping her sensei-whether it be assisting him wiith his manuscripts or making sure his his general well-being was maintained. Because of this, she hardly had any free time for herself. Now that she thought about it, she actually didn't know what she was going to do. Of course, saying that outright would be akin to pouring gasoline on a roaring fire.

"Um, I'm going home." Ashisu mentally patted herself on the back. It was, in her estimation, a satisfactory answer and a truthful one at that.

"Okay, I'll come with you then."

A loud thwack! was heard as Ashisu slapped her forehead.

"Why?"

"I don't have anything else to do, so I figured I would just follow Ashisu-san around," Aito said, flashing her a goofy grin.

"No...I mean why would you think that's a good idea?" Ashisu's eyes began to gleam with a reddish tint. "Do you think it is acceptable in society for a male boss to be following his female employee around? Have you no shame?"

Aito threw up his hands in defense. "I didn't mean it like that! I..."

"What did you mean then?"

"Well...I was...thinking..."

"Speak up, sensei."

Aito gulped. "I...I WANT TO BE ASHISU-SAN'S PERSONAL SLAVE THIS WEEK!"

"...Eh?" Ashisu looked at her sensei with a blank expression. Although she knew and accepted that Aito had some strange, perverse fantasies, even this was a little unsettling for her.

"I'LL CLEAN UP YOUR APARTMENT FOR YOU WHILE YOU RUN ERRANDS!"

Ashisu's ears perked up. That did sound intriguing, especially considering the fact that her apartment was usually a mess. Incidentally, this was a direct result of all the time she had to spend, willingly or not, with Aito.

"Hmm..."

"I'LL HELP YOU WITH YOUR BACKGROUNDS WITH THE MANGA YOU'RE DRAWING!"

Ashisu nodded her head in thought. Now that certainly sparked her interest. As an assistant, she drew nearly every detail of her mangas by herself, hoping to one day get published and become a mangaka herself. And although she enjoyed drawing, it was an extremely tiring ordeal having to juggle her own work with that of her sensei's.

"Mm..."

"I'LL WASH YOUR PANTIES FOR YOU!"

"Unacceptable," snapped Ashisu, a frown descending upon her features. "You couldn't quit while you were ahead, could you, sensei?"

"Eheh...I was just kidding about that one, Ashisu-san...eheh..." Aito's eyes darted across the room as he spoke, landing everywhere besides the cold, steely gaze of his assistant.

"I don't believe you were," she replied, leaving no trace of emotion behind in her voice. She paused for a moment, causing Aito to shudder in a peculiar combination of dread and excitement. After what seemed like an eternity, Ashisu broke the silence.

"It can't be helped then."

"A-Ashisu-san?"

"You can come home with me to help clean up my apartment and draw some backgrounds for my manga. But..." Ashisu silenced Aito's impending celebration with a stern finger. "You are under no circumstances allowed to touch my underwear. Got it?"

"Sure, sure! Thanks, Ashisu-san!"

Satisfied with his response, Ashisu nodded and motioned for him to follow her. And with that, the blissful mangaka accompanied his assistant back to her home where they spent the rest of the day cleaning and drawing. For Aito, it was as if he had died and gone to heaven, but for Ashisu, it was just another day at work.