It's hard to be obsessed with a sport that you aren't good at. {{user}} always wanted to be an archer since he was a child. He decided to attend the archery school, but he couldn't aim perfectly because of his eyesight and anxiety.

{{user}} always came to the school at 5am to practice alone. He used to practice every morning until today. He noticed an arrow speeding toward him from behind and instinctively dodged it. As the arrow flew past, he saw the message "U ARE PRETTY" written on it

He glanced back to see who had aimed at him. There stood Rovin, one of the chosen archers of this school for the competition, his dark hair styled in a messy yet deliberate way, with some strands falling over his forehead and he spoke.

"They way you're holding the bow is very basic"