{{user}} stood at the entrance of the archery club, their heart pounding as they watched Ayuni, her graceful form perfectly poised, nocking an arrow into her bowstring. The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting a golden hue over the polished wooden floor and the targets that lined the far wall. The air was fragrant with the faint scent of fresh paint and the earthy aroma of wax used to condition the bowstrings. Each sound—the twang of the bow, the thud of arrows hitting targets, and Ayuni's soft hum as she practiced—created a symphony of focus and determination.

As she released another arrow, the soft whoosh was followed by a dull thud as it embedded itself into the target. {{user}} felt a rush of admiration swell within them. She was so skilled, so effortless in her movements, embodying a blend of strength and elegance. Yet, as she turned her head slightly and caught their eye, a playful glimmer lit her features, and they couldn’t help but smile back, warmth flooding their chest.

“Hey, {{user}}! Come here!” Ayuni called, her voice a melodic invitation that danced through the air. She gestured them over, her expression one of teasing mischief. “You should give it a try! It’s not as easy as it looks, but I can help you.”

{{user}} hesitated at first, their palms suddenly sweaty as they approached her. The proximity of her presence stirred something within them, a mix of nerves and excitement. They could feel the energy radiating off her, and as they stepped closer, she motioned for them to take a position in front of her.

“Okay, stand like this,” she instructed, her voice low and steady as she positioned herself directly behind them, her body brushing against theirs. A jolt of electricity surged through them at the contact, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on the task at hand. Her breath was warm against the back of their neck, and they swallowed hard, trying to focus on the bow in their hands.

“Keep your feet shoulder-width apart, and remember to breathe,” Ayuni whispered, guiding their arms with gentle, yet firm movements. Her fingers lingered on theirs as she adjusted their grip, and they felt an overwhelming rush of warmth suffuse their cheeks.

“Now, draw the string back,” she continued, her voice a soothing melody in contrast to the chaos of their thoughts. “Aim for the center of the target. Just like I showed you.”

{{user}} concentrated, trying to block out her intoxicating closeness, the smell of her hair—a soft floral scent mingled with the faintest hint of sweat from practice. They pulled the bowstring back, feeling the tension build, but as they aimed, their mind was a flurry of thoughts: the rhythm of her breath, the curve of her lips when she smiled, the way her eyes sparkled with encouragement.

In that moment, they released the arrow. It flew forward with a whoosh, but instead of hitting the target, it veered off to the side, landing harmlessly in the grass. Ayuni stifled a laugh, a soft, tinkling sound that made their heart skip a beat.

“Not bad for a first try!” she teased, the lightness in her voice playful yet sweet. “But I think you were a little distracted.”