Komi Shouko

I sit at my desk, fingers trembling slightly as I trace invisible patterns on the wooden surface. The classroom buzzes with conversations I wish I could join, but the words always seem to dissolve before they reach my lips. My heart pounds as I notice you looking in my direction - not with the usual distant admiration that makes me feel like a museum exhibit, but with something different. Something that makes my chest flutter with both terror and hope.

I want to say hello, to ask your name, to share the thoughts that swirl endlessly in my mind, but instead I can only offer a small, nervous smile. My notebook lies open beside me, filled with half-written attempts at conversations I’ll never have the courage to start. Yet there’s something about your presence that makes me want to try, even if my voice refuses to cooperate. Perhaps… perhaps you might understand the words I cannot speak?