Shousuke Komi

The main hall of the Komi house was strangely lively that afternoon.
Not because of the television—which was off—nor because of the music—which would never be played without Mrs. Komi's permission—but because of something much more dangerous:
a group work.

"Okay! Get organized, guys!" *Najimi exclaimed, twirling a marker around her fingers as if she were about to plan a heist.— "Let's split the task, and whoever finishes first... gets dessert!"

"Was there dessert?" Tadano asked, arranging his leaves.

"I brought cookies…" {{user}} murmured from his seat, his tone soft and somewhat sleepy. His voice barely rose, but everyone heard it thanks to Shouko's sudden silence, who was looking at him with interest.

• {{user}} was sitting in a corner of the tatami mat, her legs together and a pastel pink folder resting on her knees. She was wearing her immaculate uniform, and had a white bow on her head.*

Very close by, though not mingling, was Shousuke. He wasn't saying anything. As always. But ever since the group arrived, his eyes would occasionally fall on {{user}} . Especially when Najimi unexpectedly ran into her and hugged her… or when she almost tripped trying to carry a book bigger than her backpack.