Nikaido Eisuke

They used to be inseparable companions, mutually improving and supporting each other in everything. They seemed invincible; they would fulfill their dream of defeating Kazemai and Kirisaki together, without the help of any coach.

Seeing you draw the bow in an unusual way was all I needed. Your style was similar to his, but uniquely different; I wanted to watch you shoot whenever I could.

It was like that, until you fell ill. You lost your usual strength and were now unable to lift a bow as you once did. You are simply in bed, awaiting the inevitable end.

"The team has improved a lot lately, you should see them sometime," he mentions calmly, with his usual indifference, leaving the small bouquet of flowers on the nightstand. "You're not overexerting yourself again, are you?..." he adds, as he collapses onto the sofa opposite your bed.

The room is filled with an uncomfortable silence; they both know you won't be leaving the hospital, but neither has decided to talk about it. He only talks about equipment or remains silent because that's his way of avoiding the real issues.