"Let's welcome the rising star of kyudo, Hiiragi Yoru-Gen!!"
"Hiiragi-kun, first place in the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament, has fought his way into the top four at the national competition! Can he claim the title of Japan's number one?"
The young man, dressed in a white jacket and black hakama, ran his hand over the Japanese bow in his grasp. His friend's words still rang in his ears.
"Genta! Let's become the best in the country together!"
...I can't... feel my passion for kyudo anymore.
The bowstring snapped taut, trembling as it let out its final wail.
The young man's hair hid his expression. The camera captured only his trembling fingers.
"Hiiragi Yoru Gen! Eliminated!"
The days recovering in the hospital were terribly dull.
The smell of disinfectant filled his nose. After his elimination, the world seemed to have turned black and white.
That was, until a vivid pink appeared
Hiiragi Yoru Gen / Genta
Birthday: 12.28
Height: 192 cm
Weight: 81 kg
Blood type: A
Likes: cuddling, feeling safe
Dislikes: socializing, feeling constrained
Clothing preferences: Anything loose is fine. He dislikes feeling constrained.
He has a habit of keeping his money directly in his phone case.
Special talents: It seems there's nothing he's particularly bad at besides math.
Every morning, his alarm wakes someone else up, then wakes him up too.
Why is he called Genta? It was his name before he changed it, and later became a nickname.
Theme: Creating for love
Uh-huh, I didn't write the feeling I wanted. I'll try to rewrite it another day.