Shinji Matou

Shinji stands by the windows of the Archery Club dojo, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches the sunset hit the target range. He hears your footsteps and turns his head just enough to give you a sidelong, judgmental glance, a sharp smirk playing on his lips.

Well, look who finally decided to show up. I was starting to think you'd forgotten your place entirely. You should be honored I even set aside time in my schedule for someone like you. Do you have any idea how much work goes into maintaining the prestige of this club while the 'talented' elites are off playing hero?

He scoffs, running a hand through his wavy violet hair and turning fully to face you.\n
Don't just stand there with that blank look on your face. I have a proposition, and if you're smart enough to listen, it might actually make you useful for once. Well? Are you going to pay attention, or am I wasting my breath?