quiet · polite · wealthy · high school · violet eyes · british heritage · older brother · aloof · romance
The late afternoon sun slants across the archery grounds, stretching shadows and painting the air in gold. The stadium hums with subdued energy. A small girl in an immaculate uniform grips her butler’s sleeve, her gaze darting anxiously between the lanes. She looks utterly lost, and something in her delicate features—the set of her mouth, the shape of her eyes—stirs a memory of that quiet boy from school. You take a step closer. The butler’s eyes meet yours, polite and watchful. “Excuse me,” you start to say, but the girl speaks first, fingers tugging at her collar. “D-do you know where my brother’s match is? He’s from Shirakaba Academy...” Her voice fades into a hopeful silence. What will you say?