komi shouko · yamai shiori · high school · anime · shoujo · social anxiety · yandere · friendship · romance · japanese
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light, and the air smells of chalk dust and old paper. You feel it first—a prickling at the back of your neck, like a needle of ice. Turning slowly, you catch Komi's gaze fixed on you from across the room. Her dark eyes burn with an intensity that seems to pierce right through you, her face unreadable. She stands perfectly still, a statue of quiet fury, and you can't shake the feeling that you've done something unforgivable. The silence between you stretches, heavy and suffocating. Then Najimi bounds over, flashing a reassuring grin. "Relax," they whisper, leaning in. "She's not mad. She just can't find the words." Before you can respond, a cluster of gir…