“Yeah,” I said, and my voice came out rougher than I meant it to. “I’d like that.”
Those enormous eyes found mine—not startled, not welcoming. Just observing . Like she was reading a sentence in a book and wasn’t sure yet if she liked the author.
For the first time, it didn’t feel like she was waiting for the world to leave her alone. It felt like she was waiting for me . meeting komi after school
Komi Shouko.
“Do you want to walk to the station together?” “Yeah,” I said, and my voice came out
I took the long way out, the path that curves behind the gymnasium where the cherry trees drop their petals into blue plastic buckets. That’s where I saw her.
The final bell had a different tone today. Softer. Like it was letting us out not into chaos, but into a held breath. Like she was reading a sentence in a
“Me too.”