Meeting Komi After School [ TOP • Summary ]

The strap of her loafer wasn't a complex knot. It was a simple buckle. But the leather was stiff and new, and her fingers, elegant and long, just couldn't seem to get the necessary grip. Her knuckles were white.

But today, the air felt different. Charged. Like the second before a summer thunderstorm.

"The buckle is stiff," I said, my voice surprisingly calm. "Mine did the same thing last week." Meeting Komi After School

I read the words. Then I read them again.

My feet moved before my brain could stop them. The strap of her loafer wasn't a complex knot

Her hands were trembling.

The sun was setting, painting the hallway in shades of orange and gold. I stood up, slung my average backpack over my shoulder, and nodded. and her fingers

"Komi-san?"