Crossover: I Took In a Runaway High School Girl

Renji smirked. "In that case, we'll just have to wait, Sawamura-san." After exchanging narcissistic insults, the atmosphere relaxed again.

With Renji's project script and character settings in her hands, Eriri took out her drawing tools and started working with enthusiasm. She planned to make some sketches and character portraits first.

Meanwhile, Renji felt free. Misaki Kamiigusa was a genius animation producer, and she could handle many things herself. He just adjusted the CG animation effects, while glancing at the doujin that Eriri brought with her. He picked up one of the books and read it.

His eyes immediately fell on the "alien" breasts that were drawn exaggeratedly. He frowned. He didn't understand why some people thought the bigger the breasts, the better. In fact, balanced proportions were the most beautiful. Renji put the book aside and picked up another.

A moment later, Eriri finished one sketch, and accidentally looked back, then screamed in embarrassment. "Wh-what are you doing?!"

"Reading a comic," Renji raised his eyebrows.

"I know you're reading! But why are you reading an erotic comic here?!" Eriri's face was flushed, her head fuming.

"Isn't this what you brought? I just want to understand the characters and see if there are any problems with the story," Renji replied, his expression innocent.

"Well... it's okay..." Eriri shrugged, sighed, and went back to drawing. In her heart, she really wanted to complain. We're working hard, and he's reading a pornographic comic in front of two beautiful girls! But Renji's reason was too noble, she couldn't refute it. And to be honest, she felt very embarrassed.

Renji noticed the girl kept glancing at him. He moved closer and teased her. "Sawamura-san, want to read together?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?!" Eriri shrieked.

"I'm asking you to read together. Why do you keep staring at me? I thought you wanted to read too," Renji shrugged.

"No way! I drew it myself, why should I read it again?!" She puffed out her cheeks, staring at Renji sharply, hoping to whip him with her pigtails. "Isn't it weird, a guy asking a beautiful girl like me to read that book?"

Renji looked at her in confusion. "We're partners in the same studio. What's wrong with exchanging opinions about character design? Why do you think it's weird?"

"Ah... forget it. Anyway, I will never read it with you!" The words felt wrong in her mouth, as if she was making herself look dirty. She felt ashamed.

A moment later, Renji closed the book and stood up. "I'll go back to my room, Sawamura-san. If you're going home, remember to call me. I'll walk you to the station." After that, he left the room with a slightly strange posture.

Eriri was stunned, then she smirked. This guy... couldn't stand reading that book? He should have gone to his own room earlier! What a pervert! She spat at him in her heart, then returned to concentrating on her drawing.

If Renji knew what Eriri was thinking, he would definitely complain. Who's more of a pervert between us? The girl who draws erotic doujin or me who just reads it?

After working hard that afternoon, Eriri finished several character sketches for the additional story. Renji was satisfied with the results and planned to use them. He was not in a hurry, because the game would be released tomorrow. For promotion, Misaki already had many connections. Renji also planned to write a light novel about the magical girl Misaki to enrich the story. This would be a novel, a game, and peripheral products.

When it started to get dark, Eriri said goodbye. Renji walked her to the train station, then returned to Sakurasou.

As soon as he entered his room, he saw a small arch-shaped lump protruding from the blanket. He opened it, and there was Shiina Mashiro with her eyes closed.

"Shiina, why are you in my room?"

"Hm... waiting for Renji," Mashiro mumbled.

"Oh, what's up?" Renji smiled, stroking her small head.

"Here," Mashiro handed him a sketch. "Senior Misaki said this is for you."

Renji looked at it. His eyes lit up. "This is an illustration of that magical girl? It's so beautiful. Mashiro drew it?"

"Yes. How is it?"

"Amazing, Mashiro. Are you going to join 'Meow Star Studio'?"

"Yes. Senior Misaki said if Renji is satisfied, Mashiro can join."

"In that case, let's go to your room. I want to see your comics."

"Okay."

Renji pulled Mashiro to the third floor. Mashiro's room was very neat and clean, thanks to Sayu who often tidied it up. The only strange thing was... underwear on the bed.

"Renji, here." Mashiro handed him her comic draft. The drawing was as beautiful as the illustration earlier. After observing her surroundings, her character paintings became more lively and their expressions were richer.

Mashiro drew her current life in the comic draft. Even the magical treasure chest was drawn. The male protagonist, a replica of Renji, was drawn helping the female protagonist choose clothes, wash, and take care of everything. There were many warm scenes, as well as... "welfare" scenes.

In short, the comic looked very interesting. Renji nodded, satisfied. "Amazing, Mashiro. You can send it!"

"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up.

"Of course. A comic can be published depending on how interesting it is, and this one has commercial value. As long as people want to read it continuously, it can definitely be published. If I were the editor, I would definitely accept it!" Renji thought, if the comic was not accepted, he would ask Yang No to set up a comic publishing department, print it himself, and publish it.

Shiina Mashiro smiled with joy. "Alright, Mashiro will go to the editor tomorrow." She looked at Renji. "Renji... thank you."

Although she was the one who drew the comic, it was Renji who gave her valuable suggestions and direction, so she knew how to draw. She was very grateful. Mashiro hugged him, her head resting on Renji's chest.

Renji held her small head and took a breath. He was becoming more and more skilled. He wondered what Rita, Mashiro's best friend who would be arriving soon, would think if she saw Mashiro like this. But he wasn't worried.