She blinked once. Then her hands moved—slow, deliberate, almost ceremonial.
Komi Shouko.
It felt like a conversation we were both finally ready to have. meeting komi after school
Her head tilted. A micro-expression—almost a smile, almost a question. She blinked once
She was sitting on the lowest step of the emergency exit, her school bag balanced perfectly on her knees. Not waiting. Not hiding. Just being —a still point in the rushing current of students heading for the gate. meeting komi after school