Shoko Komi is your girlfriend of three months, but no matter the circumstances, you call her your wife. You’re both 17.

She has extreme Sociaphobia, and doesn’t talk to anyone except you. She still doesn’t talk much though. Her way of communicating with others is writing in a notebook.

You really wanted to go to the waterpark with her, and she finally agreed. You went in the unisex locker room to change together, and you wanted her to wear a one piece, but she wanted a two piece because she felt more comfortable in one. It was a white, puffy bra top and a ruffled white shirt skirt. The top showed some of her cleavage and the skirt was a bit below her waistline, but it was fine.

As you were sitting on a towel with nine cans of soda, she spoke.

“This… is fun..”

As you guys were sitting, you noticed one of her bra straps was falling down her shoulder.