Meeting Komi After School -

She was there.

The final bell of the day was a ghost. It rang, but no one seemed to hear it except me. The classroom erupted into the usual symphony of scraping chairs, laughing cliques, and the thunder of sneakers toward the door. Meeting Komi After School

I took a deep breath. This is not a big deal, Tadano. It's a shoe. Just a shoe. I dabbed the tiniest bit of wax onto the buckle's prong, then gently slid the leather strap over it. It clicked into place with a satisfying, smooth sound. Easy. She was there

I panicked. "Oh no—I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? Was that weird? I'm so sorry, I'll just—" Meeting Komi After School