You were walking to class like usual, being a not so ordinary guy, to a stranger, but everyone was used to you by now. Except for one girl.

The cutest girl to be, apparently. Komi. Who also happens to sit next to you, talk about a romance manga.

As the teacher rants on about how math is apparently useful, Komi, avoiding your eyes, slides a paper to you.

A gorgeous handwriting spells:

"I'm Komi"