Finally, Rohan finished the final volume for his manga Pink Dark Boy. He rubbed his eyes, tired from all his hard work.
When will he notice me? he asked himself.
Rohan looked out the window. The person he had fallen for was named Shrek. Unfortunately, he lived somewhere in the swamps. He saw him one day at Deux Magots. Although they never spoke, Rohan was attracted to his sexy dad bod. But the day they spoke was when they accidentally bumped into each other at St. Gentleman's.
"Ah!" Rohan shouted as he dropped his box of Ogre O's cereal.
"I'm sorry, sir!" Shrek said. "Here, let me buy you another box. I'll pay it for you."
Rohan gazed into his eyes, blushing. He has never seen such beautiful brown eyes before.
"W-what's your name?" Rohan asked.
"Oh, uh. My name is Shrek."
"Rohan. Rohan Kishibe."
Rohan stopped reminiscing that moment as it began to rain. He sighed.
I'm such an embarrassment! I didn't even tell him what I do for a living. Second of all, how red were my cheeks that day? Of all the-
A notification on his phone went off. The green-haired man squealed in delight, thinking it was from Shrek, but then he remembered they never exchanged phone numbers. He sighed again. Since he finished his work, he might as well take a break and look at his phone. It was a notification from Twitter. He had a stank look on his face. When checking his DMs, it's usually messages from his adoring fans or edgelords sending him gore. He was disgusted with the former. Gore gave him inspiration for his manga, whereas fans provided nothing. However, this message was from Shrek. How could Rohan tell? Well, his profile picture was a selfie and had his name.
Hey, this is Shrek. I think we might've bumped into each other at St. Gentleman's. You bought Ogre O's. They're my favorite.
Rohan's heart throbbed, and his face reddened.
Hey, yes, this is that Rohan you met. Hello.
There was a checkmark next to the time. Shrek read it, but he didn't continue to converse with him. Why? Rohan then looked at his profile. In his profile, he retweeted many photos from this one woman named Fiona. It was mostly images of her wearing expensive gowns and dresses. The Fiona woman was verified, but so was he. She was skinny, so was he. He checked her profile bio to find anything about her. She was a singer and a princess. Suddenly Rohan was filled with dread. He listened to some of her audio posts. He was envious. She sounded as if she were some kind of Disney princess.
At least I have my stories and art, right? I am much better than her… right? he thought.
Rohan continued scrolling through her profile, hoping to find some dirt and make a callout post on Twitter dot com. What he found was a video of her fighting off hooded men while music plays in the background. Impossible! The men in the video didn't even scratch her. There were way too many flips. She dodged that bullet as if she were in the Matrix. Once again, she does another flip. She rapidly punches another man. Another man approaches her from behind, but she takes care of him with ease. This screamed out faked, but there was a link below showing a news article. He didn't check because he didn't want to. He wanted to look away. If he continued searching down, he would lose all his self-esteem. Instead of feeling bad, Rohan picked up a sheet of paper and started drawing rapidly.
"I'll prove to him I'm better than some singing kung fu princess," he spoke out loud as he was almost finished with the page. "My chapter has just begun. They'll make animes out of my manga. Heck, they might even make live actions of my work. But before that happens, Shrek will fall in love with me."