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Jin watched his work with a critical eye, tracking his movements from the set of the arrow to the destination at the target. "Good. Real good." When he flashed them a smile, Jin grinned back. "There. Now, don't you dare get that record for anyone else but yourself, got it?" They fixed him with a sharp, reading gaze, before turning away. "You've got to do things because you want, you know? Fuck the rest of it. You've got one life, so..." Their eyes narrowed sharply on the distant target, before pulling and arrow and firing at near-blinding speed. The arrow was stuck, dead center on the target.

Jin grinned wide. "Make it [i]your[/i] life, sempai." If they found it at all strange to give such personal advice to an upperclassman, Jin didn't show it. In truth, they'd never given too much thought to class rankings, or most of the usual trappings of school. The uniform was because there was no choice. Honorifics were more or less the same reason. Why even bother with that fake respect, just because someone was older? Heck, most old people were so far behind the real world that it was downright laughable to treat them like they knew anything of importance. 

Quickly stripping off all the gear, and putting everything away with surprising neatness, Jin nodded to Ryoma. "I guess I'll go for now. Gotta find a new club to hide out in until my folks forget I almost started a house fire. See ya later!" With a casual wave, Jin slung their jacket over a shoulder and was off, walking the halls.