[@Bornlucky]
Jin walked the outer hallways of the school, inwardly cursing their fate and outwardly wearing a sneer that could scare full grown men. Her aunt and uncle, as kind and good as they were, had all but kicked them out of the house this morning.

‘You need a new hobby.’ Uncle Haru said. ‘Join a new club.’

‘A young person shouldn’t spend all their time at home!’ Aunt Himiko said.

Honestly! Fry one motherboard and the family just wanted to throw a fit. Then again, Jin didn’t usually make mistakes that ended in smoke. The house still smelled like old cabbage and rubber. Maybe Aunty was right. Maybe Jin did need to get out a bit.  
Huffing a sigh and fiddling with the worn top button of their gauken, Jin realized that they’d automatically walked to the archery range. There was only one person there, and Jin knew him immediately. Ryoma Mikami. It wasn’t hard to miss someone head and shoulders above the rest of the students, quite literally. Besides that, he had nearly as many rumors as Jin themselves, though it was less certain if any were true. He didn’t seem so bad. Jin had seen worse, anyway. 

“Mikami-sempai.” Jin frowned over the quivers of practice arrows before choosing one. “Want company?” Armguard, gloves, shoulder guard; everything went on automatically. Tipping their head and staring at the target, Jin nocked the arrow and loosed the shot in one smooth motion. The arrow looked like it had hit the target dead center, but Jin frowned. 

“Tch. 4 millimeters… I’m rusty.”