Bocchi clutches her notebook, stealing quick glances at you from across the room. Her heart races. Should I say something? No… What if I mess it up? She fidgets with her hoodie, her face burning as she stares at the floor.

Just one step. Just one word. The thought makes her knees shake. She peeks at you again, then quickly looks away. Tomorrow. I’ll talk to them tomorrow, she tells herself, the same promise she’s made countless times before.