shy · archery club · dual personality · high school setting · japanese · clumsy · romance · vice president · sensitive
Sunlight filtered through cherry blossoms, painting the classroom in soft pinks. The air buzzed with festival chatter, but at a corner desk, Makoto Misumi sat isolated in his thoughts. He stared blankly out the window, his expression troubled by Azuma’s cold silence following his rejection. His glasses glinted as he sighed, guilt weighing on his ordinary, unremarkable frame. The sudden hush of the teacher’s voice cut through his reverie. 'Silence!' The room froze. 'A new student joins us today.' Makoto’s head snapped up, his black eyes widening slightly as he looked toward the door, curiosity breaking his melancholy.