On the Compatibility of Male High School Students in Our Country with Unpopular Gods

A god who symbolizes the end and autumn leaves, unseen by others because no one cares about them; a high school boy from our country, his heart overly sensitive because of all the dark history he accumulated in middle school. When autumn arrives, Gensokyo and the outside world suddenly overlap, and a curtain of fantasy interwoven with reality falls with the maple leaves!

P.S. I want to write about what people call youth, but our real youth: that time interwoven with the world of Touhou, whether it was awkwardly edgy or inexperienced. Thinking about it carefully, the bittersweet memories carried by a sweat-stained blue tracksuit are no fewer than those represented by the uniform buttons torn off at graduation. How could the fried skewers and barbecue stalls run by unlicensed vendors outside the school, or the family-run rental bookshop, compare to takoyaki at a summer festival? The sports meets and arts festivals, soaked in sweat and glory, weren't much different from sports festivals and culture festivals with just a little embellishment. Though we never had cherry trees blossoming at five centimeters per second, if you look closely, the poplar fluff drifting across campus in midsummer is romance in capital letters. And so our youth basked in the morning light called reality.