When the Bowstring Rings Out

[Upcoming story: After COSplaying Hagiwara, I Stir Up Trouble at the Black Organization] A Vtuber who imitates Hagiwara transmigrates into the original story. Twice the Hagiwara, twice the fun! See the blurb below. Upcoming story 2: Cat Boss, Can I Pay You Back in Installments? A chaotic day-to-day story about working for an orange cat to pay off a debt. Upcoming story 3: What Do I Do If My Boyfriend Doesn't Want to Live Anymore? A lighthearted, healing little romance about cooking and farming. Upcoming story 4: [Swimming] I'm Really Not the Carp King! My completed works, When Bourbon Picked Up a God and To Take Back the Organization, I Clung to the Red Faction's Coattails, are also available. Please add them to your collection and enjoy! [Story blurb] Ever since Xiao Yage picked up an unidentified person who might have survived a murder case, he suddenly acquired a trainee priest, a teaching assistant, a roommate, a bodyguard, a master of mischief, a one-hundred-percent bull's-eye arrow machine, an expert at drawing outlines around people, a flying-and-digging human vehicle... (Did something weird sneak in there?) The blue-haired young man held his forehead. All he wanted was a quiet, ordinary life! The culprit tilted his head cutely. "This is ordinary! No monsters, no wars. All we do every day is eat, drink, work, sleep, play, and take walks. Nothing could be more ordinary!" Takigawa, the shrine priest, cried, "Come say that to me after you've comforted the national eating champion you scared senseless with your appetite, let go of all the bad guys you've pinned to various places, and stopped your crazy antics that keep bringing dead physics geniuses back to life!" CP: Takigawa, the shrine priest / Xiao Yage A confused young man x a world-weary 'old-timer' who's lived through wartime I want to try writing an adult romance (though I'm hopeless at romance and keep making things worse). Readers hated the blurb, so I may keep revising it. Please click in and take a look. The actual story is more fun than the blurb, I swear on the author's head! P.S. This is a lighthearted, everyday-life story. It's my first time writing a sports anime fic, and I haven't read any sports anime fanfiction before, either... I don't know how it'll turn out, but I'll give it my best shot. Upcoming story: After COSplaying Hagiwara, I Stir Up Trouble at the Black Organization Akiyama Takayuki is a Vtuber famous for imitating Hagiwara Kenji's voice. During a fan appreciation stream, he dresses up as the Black Organization's version of Hagiwara and unexpectedly transmigrates. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is a silver-haired big brother. Well, this is bad. To stay alive, Akiyama Takayuki has no choice but to maintain his villainous persona and blend in with the Black Organization. He has to deal with a ruthless boss and guard against backstabbing coworkers. He's got it rough. If a strangely familiar voice hadn't warned him just in time when he nearly blew his cover several times, Akiyama Takayuki would probably have been done for by now. Then two new coworkers join the Black Organization... Akiyama Takayuki and the mysterious voice in his ear blurt out, "Little Furuya and Little Morofushi?" x+2 The two men opposite them both draw their guns. Only then does Akiyama Takayuki realize that the mysterious voice is Hagiwara Kenji. Also, how is he supposed to explain that an enemy agent knows the names of two undercover police officers?! They're coming at him! They're coming at him! Kenji, help! After his savior's fellow agent sweet-talks him (threatens and intimidates him), Akiyama Takayuki gets forcibly made to water down the liquor in his bottles. Akiyama Takayuki: It's already all water! There's no need to pour in any more QAQ In the end, the flood of water drowns the Black Organization, and Hagiwara Kenji comes shooting out of it, alive! Matsuda Jinpei: Hagiwaraaaaaaa! Akiyama Takayuki steps in front of him first. "Jinpei, guess which one of us is the real Hagiwara Kenji!" Theme: May all good people find happiness