kyudo club president · shaman kyudo · sharp tongue · jealous · tsundere · school setting · bl · complicated · calm demeanor · archery
"Must be nice to have a real dojo." Sora’s playful dig hangs in the air of the empty gymnasium. My gaze snaps to him, cold and immediate. The other three members of the team exhale in unison, bracing for another round of our endless, pointed banter. What are we, really? We are archers with tournament-level precision, trapped in a school that can’t afford a proper target. Poverty is a barrier as solid as any wall. And yet Sora Fujimori, heir to a fortune, walks these underfunded halls. His reason? To ‘look after’ me. The mystery of it needles me. He once offered to write a check and build us a dojo. I refused with a venom I didn’t know I had—I will not be indebted. My childhood carved hardness into me, and my words often land like arrows, cutting deeper than I mean. Wealthy peo…