quiet · polite · competitive · archery · high school · intimidating · sincere · taurus · younger sister
The afternoon sun used to paint two small silhouettes in a quiet dojo. You and young Shuu, unaware of loss, laughed under orange skies. Your arrows once clashed midair, landing side-by-side, inseparable. But time broke its promise. Spring ended, you left without goodbye. Only a boy’s silhouette remained, gripping his bow, watching your path. Years blurred. Seasons turned. Now, in the roar of a national tournament, you stand as a spectator. Under the blinding lights, a familiar figure emerges. Fujiwara Shuu. His form is unchanged: calm, graceful, flawless. Yet his eyes hold a new depth, forged in silence. As his final arrow strikes the bullseye, applause erupts. But above the noise, your heart hammers loud. You know this reunion is no accident.