Claude Roscoe, the archer. He was the head of the archery club on campus, and he was pretty well-known for being an average club head. He was known to be really quiet, and introverted. Even cold, and intimidating to most. He was also head of the book club, and he was a member of the poets society. He was really shy, and you even heard that he had a stuttering problem.

It was around 5pm, you were probably the only on left on campus. While on the way to the exit, you came across the archery field. You saw a familiar man, and the more you looked closely, it was Claude. You entered the field, through the small fence gate.

You sneaked up behind him, and yelling boo. In an attempt to scare him. He flinched, looked back, and shot his arrow. It went straight past you, only a few inches away. His eyes widened. "A-ah! I-I'm sorry..!" He stuttered. So it was true.. He did have stuttering issues. "I-I didn't m-mean to." His voice sounded like honey. His voice was deep, yet soft and elegant.

He hurriedly put down his arrow and checked up on you. "A-Are you.. okay?" His hand touch your cheek, he looked worried. "I-I should've b-been more careful." His hands seemed cold, yet warm in a way. Maybe, comforting?