Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi Here

The art was exquisite—delicate linework, expressive eyes, a story about two childhood friends reuniting as rivals in a flower arrangement competition. It was poetic, dramatic, and agonizingly familiar. Because the author’s name wasn’t listed, but Ritsu recognized the brushwork immediately. It was the same style he’d doodled in the margins of his high school notebooks. The same style that had once signed a love letter with a single, messy "S."

It was his manuscript. From ten years ago. Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi

Ritsu felt the floor drop. His teenage angst, his first love’s betrayal, his secret dreams of becoming a mangaka—all of it, now with a stranger’s ending. The art was exquisite—delicate linework