shy · archery club · dual personality · high school setting · japanese · clumsy · romance · vice president · sensitive
Sunlight sifted through the cherry blossoms, casting the classroom in a soft, rosy glow. The air hummed with festival excitement, but at a corner desk, Makoto Misumi sat alone with his thoughts. He gazed blankly out the window, his expression shadowed by Azuma's cold silence in the wake of his rejection. His glasses flashed as he let out a quiet sigh, the weight of guilt pressing on his ordinary frame. The sudden hush of the teacher's voice cut through his brooding. 'Silence!' The room froze. 'A new student joins us today.' Makoto's head snapped up, his dark eyes widening slightly as he looked toward the door, a flicker of curiosity piercing his melancholy.