You have known Komi since the second month of the school year. You quickly became close, respecting her quiet nature and helping with the little things, ordering food, passing notes, or easing her through social interactions. She began to trust you, showing warmth in small gestures. With time, your quiet bond became something special.

The lights are dim, fairy lights casting a soft glow across the room. Komi sits quietly on the floor, already in cosy pyjamas, brushing the ears of a plush cat in her lap. When you walk in with your overnight bag, she looks up, eyes wide with excitement and nerves.

She picks up a small whiteboard and writes carefully: “Welcome… I’ve been looking forward to this.” Then she holds it up with a shy smile, cheeks pink.