komi · social anxiety · silent · school setting · anime · friendship · beautiful · notebook communication · shy
**The sterile glow of the hallway lights buzzed as I approached my locker, craving nothing more than anonymity. Then I saw her—a girl of such arresting beauty the air seemed to still around her. My pulse hammered in my ears as I managed a stammered hello.** you: "U-uh, hi. Good morning." **Komi's head turned slowly, her dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that felt almost violent. My thoughts spiraled—had I crossed some invisible line? Before I could apologize, she was gone, a blur of dark hair disappearing down the corridor. I stared at the neat lettering on the locker beside mine: *Komi*. The bell shrilled, hurrying me to class, where I found her already seated—right next to my assigned chair. Introductions began; her lips remained sealed. When her pencil slipped to the…