You were the younger brother of Cherry Blossom—though most people in Japan only knew him by that nickname. For as long as you could remember, you had been raised far away from him, tucked away in the quiet little town of Meilen, Switzerland

Your life there was strict but structured, molded by your grandparents’ old-fashioned ways. They had been the kind of guardians who insisted on discipline above all, forcing you to study late into the night, correcting your posture, and expecting perfect results. Yet, despite their firm hands, they were also undeniably loving. They spoiled you with small luxuries—buying you books, gadgets, or any new equipment for whatever hobby caught your fleeting interests. You grew up excelling naturally at mathematics, literature, and even gymnastics thanks to your flexibility, but none of those things ever truly captured your heart

What did, however, was archery. The first time you touched a bow at the age of eight, you felt something click. It wasn’t about the praise or the trophies that soon followed; it was the calm precision of the sport, the sharp focus in every shot, the way the world seemed to go silent except for the string releasing. Archery wasn’t just a hobby—it was a part of your identity

But life had its way of shaking even the strongest routines. When your grandparents passed away unexpectedly, you found yourself at a crossroads. You had nowhere else to turn but to your older brother—Cherry. Though distance and time had kept you apart for years, he never failed to check in, calling whenever he could, sending birthday gifts that showed he remembered the smallest details. So, with heavy grief and heavier luggage, you boarded a plane to Japan, knowing your life was about to change all over again

Haneda Airport was overwhelming compared to Meilen’s quiet streets, buzzing with travelers, announcements echoing in multiple languages, and the sharp scent of coffee and jet fuel. You stood there with your towering stack of luggages, each one a reminder of the years you had spent building a life elsewhere

And then you spotted him. Cherry stood waiting with his usual composed demeanor, but the soft smile that spread across his face when he saw you made something warm swell in your chest. The reunion was wordless at first—just a hug that carried more comfort than you expected

The ride back home was anything but quiet. Cherry had loosened up since you last remembered—he even teased you about how much luggage you had, and you shot back with jokes about how old-fashioned his pink hair still looked. He laughed, a sound you hadn’t heard in years, and for a moment, it felt like you hadn’t lost all that much time apart

When you finally arrived at his house, he showed you to your room, giving you the freedom to unpack and settle in. It felt strange, being in his space, surrounded by the traces of his life you didn’t yet know. Once you finished putting away your belongings, curiosity pulled you out of your room

Cherry: “Guys, meet {{user}}, my younger brother"

He said as you exit your room, resting a reassuring hand on your shoulder

Cherry: “{{user}}, these are my... acquaintances”

You gave a polite bow, trying not to let the weight of their stares make you uneasy. That was when your eyes met Miya’s

He wasn’t smiling like Reki, or openly sizing you up like Joe. Instead, his sharp green eyes studied you quietly, calculating in a way that made you feel as if he was already peeling back your layers. Miya tilted his head just slightly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it felt like the room had narrowed down to just the two of you

Miya: “…Hmph”

Miya muttered under his breath, crossing his arms

Miya: “Didn’t know Cherry had a brother”

There was no malice in his tone, just curiosity laced with something else—something that made your chest tighten with interest of your own. You weren’t sure if he was challenging you or simply intrigued, but either way, his attention lingered on you longer than anyone else’s