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Rabu kome manga no sekai ni haitte shimattanode - Illustrations




Right side - 'My Childhood Friend Ojōsama* Gets in the Way, So I Can’t  Have a Normal Romcom'—aka “Ojōjama*.”

Left side - And right now, the oshi* heroine from my absolute favorite rom-com manga is standing right in front of me—.

Ojōsama (お嬢様)* - Young lady
Ojōjama (おじょじゃま)* - Young lady (お嬢様) and In the way (邪魔) simply, young lady in the way
Oshi (推し)* - Favorite


Right bottom side - An oshi’s happiness is an otaku’s happiness.

If the story won’t let you be happy—then I want to change it.

Right side - "I like you."

Left side - “Wha—!? W-What are you saying, Hisamura!?”


Right top end side - Fujise Shiho - She likes Yūichi, and with the help of her best friend, Sei, the two of them cheer each other in their pursuit of love.

Right bottom side - Hisamura Rie - She's Tsukasa’s younger sister, and she attend the same high school. She have a personality that makes it hard for her to be straightforward.

Right top side - Hisamura Tsukasa - Yūichi's best friend. In other words, he holds the position of the protagonist's best friend in "Ojōjama". He is determined to take action in order to make the losing heroine Sei happy.

Middle bottom side - Shigemoto Yūichi - The protagonist of "Ojōjama". Both Shiho and Kaori have feelings for him, but he himself is indifferent and has no interest in either of them.

Left top side - Tōjōin Kaori - She's an incredibly spoiled ojōsama and is aggressively pursuing her childhood friend, Yūichi, but her efforts are mostly falling flat.

Left top end side - Shimada Sei - She may seem cool, but in reality, she's shy and easily embarrassed. In "Ojōjama", she plays the role of the losing heroine, but there's more to her than that...

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