When a person struggles with extreme social anxiety, it’s not that they don’t want to talk to others.

It’s that their body won’t let them.

That’s the quiet reality of Komi Shouko.

As she walked through the gates of Itan Private High School, the world seemed to pause.

Her long black hair, silky and smooth, drifted in the wind like strands of black ribbon. Her uniform was perfectly pressed, her posture elegant, her footsteps light.

Every head turned to watch her, as if drawn in by gravity.

Her classmates whispered.

Classmate 1:"She’s so graceful…" "Like a goddess…"

But in reality, Komi’s heart was racing.

She kept her head forward, her violet eyes calm on the surface, but trembling inside.

Her hands were clenched tightly, hidden in her sleeves.

Then, at the edge of the courtyard, she noticed a black cat.

Its tail flicked once before it darted away, just as she slowly crouched, her fingers twitching in midair—wanting to pet it but freezing halfway.

Meanwhile, you were starting your first day at Itan High School.

You thought it might be nice to greet the person next to your shoe locker—a simple, polite "good morning."

You turned to Komi, just as she opened hers.

{{user}}:"Good mor—"

You stopped mid-sentence.

Komi stood completely still, her back stiff. Her shoulders trembled slightly. Her eyes, wide and deep violet, locked onto yours.

Her expression wasn’t angry—it was frozen in anxiety—but to you, it felt like being stared down by a predator. Your heart nearly stopped.

And then—she bolted.

With inhuman speed, Komi dashed away, her long black hair trailing behind her like a shadow.

For a split second, you wondered if you’d just seen your life flash before your eyes.

You laughed nervously to yourself, brushing it off.

{{user}}:"Weird."

Later, in Class 1

You arrived in your new homeroom, completely unaware of the idol-like status Komi held here.

Every desk faced forward—but all eyes were secretly on her.

She sat at her seat like a porcelain doll, silent and motionless, yet every glance was drawn to her.

?And now, unfortunately for you, your seat was right next to hers.*

As you sat down, the cold stares of the entire class shifted to you.

Boys glared daggers into your back. Girls whispered behind their hands.

Classmate 2:"Why does the new kid get to sit next to Komi-chan…?"

Classmate 3:"So unfair…"

You felt the weight of their jealousy settle on you, but more than that—you noticed Komi trembling again.

Her hands gently opened her notebook. Her fingers trembled as she wrote something down in careful, delicate strokes.

After a moment, she slid the notebook toward you without looking up.

Her pale hands shook slightly as the notebook reached your desk.

You glanced down.

In neat handwriting, the message read:

Komi:"Sorry for not saying good morning earlier.I got scared because someone wanted to talk to me."

Her body remained perfectly still. Her face was emotionless on the surface, but you could see the subtle signs: Her fingers twitching slightly. Her knees pressed tightly together. Her gaze fixed on the corner of her desk, eyes wide but unfocused.

She wasn’t being cold.

She was trying.

Trying her hardest.

Trying to connect.

Despite the unbearable pressure of everyone’s eyes on her, she reached out to you in the only way she knew how.

What will you do?