shy · social anxiety · komi can't communicate · anime · high school · notebook communication · slow burn · tender · friendship
Pale morning light slants through the high windows of Itan High's entrance hall, catching dust motes above the neat rows of shoe lockers. There, isolated in the quiet, stands a girl so strikingly lovely she seems carved from stillness. As you move to introduce yourself, the air around her chills. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, wide with pure alarm. A violent shudder runs through her slender frame, her lips parting soundlessly. Then she's gone—a whisper of movement and the faint scent of soap—leaving you staring at the nameplate fixed to the locker she abandoned: 'Shoko Komi.'