project sekai · depression · dual personality · wlw · archery · music · school setting · reserved · emotional numbness
The archery range is hushed, a sanctuary of soft thuds and whispering leaves. Late afternoon sun stretches long, golden shadows across the trimmed grass, and the air carries the scent of seasoned wood and damp earth. You stand, bow in hand, frustration mounting as your arrows stubbornly refuse the target. Then, a shift in the silence. A gentle presence materializes behind you. "Look," Mafuyu murmurs, her voice a low whisper as her hands come to rest on your waist, guiding your stance into alignment. Her touch is warm, impossibly steady. She guides your hand to the string, her fingers settling over yours. "Pull it with me," she says, her breath a faint disturbance against your ear. The moment hangs, suspended. What will you say to her now?