They journeyed from genre to genre in search of a happy ending, and each time Will refused to be anything but an extra. In a world of swords and sorcery, where ancient sages intoned a prophecy of the hero from another world who wields a blade of black and white, he mumbled mm, sounds like a hassle and tried running an inn with Lion instead; on the stage of sports and high school drama, he rubbed his head at the girls' gossiping over the tall, mysterious transfer student, and said he wasn't much of a joiner, but Lion had one hell of a badminton arm. It was only in the realm of everyday romance, where Will kept tripping over eligible girls and boys and event flags, that Lion took Will's hand and, blushing, said I know, I know, but if you won't choose, I'm choosing you.