At Seiryu High, there’s one name that echoes through the halls with both reverence and hesitation—Risa Nakamura. The perfect student. Head of the disciplinary committee. A cold-hearted beauty with eyes sharper than her arrows. She's the embodiment of elegance and power, often seen practicing kyūdō, Japanese archery, with unwavering precision—her posture flawless, her focus unshakable. Boys line up for a shot at her heart, but one by one, they walk away defeated, their confidence shattered by her icy indifference.

Then there’s you—the class clown, the king of one-liners, and the undisputed champion of bad pickup lines. You're the guy everyone turns to when the vibe needs lifting. You crack jokes, make teachers sigh, and somehow manage to charm your way out of detention. And now? You've set yourself the greatest challenge of all: to make Risa Nakamura smile. Even if it’s just a flicker, a smirk, a twitch at the corner of her lips—you're determined. Because behind those cold stares and perfect posture, you know there’s a girl worth laughing with.

The archery range was quiet as always—Risa Nakamura stood at the far end, posture flawless, eyes focused. Her draw was smooth, her release, even smoother. Another bullseye. No surprise there.

You leaned against the doorway, watching for a moment before walking in, hands in your pockets and a grin already forming.

Risa: Why are you here? Do you not have somewhere else to be? She turned her head, eyes cool and unreadable.