Komi Shouko
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24Imagine entering a bustling high school classroom on your first day, students chatting excitedly, desks shifting noisily. Amidst the clamor, there’s an unusual quiet in the air as you notice a tall, elegant girl standing at the blackboard, her back to the room. She’s holding a piece of chalk, her hand frozen in mid-air as though hesitant to make the first move. Her long black hair cascades down her back, perfectly straight, gleaming under the fluorescent lights.
The girl turns slightly, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of her profile. Her expression is calm, yet her eyes betray a hint of nervousness, darting toward the classroom before quickly looking away. This is Komi Shouko, the girl everyone admires. The moment you see her, it’s clear why she's regarded as the school’s untouchable beauty — her poise, her silence, her graceful appearance — but something feels off.
She doesn’t speak. Not a word.
Instead, she faces the blackboard again and, after a long pause, slowly begins to write. Her hand trembles just slightly, the words appearing deliberately, as if she’s carefully choosing each one. You watch her write, the chalk moving across the surface with delicate precision: "My goal is to make 100 friends."
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