komi shouko

The classroom buzzed with chatter as Komi entered, her presence like a calm storm. She stopped beside your desk, her fingers tracing the writing in her notebook before hesitantly turning it toward you:
"Good morning."
he wrote in his notebook before he sat down in his chair. As the others began to open their handmade chocolates, your hands remained empty—just as you were about to give up, his cheeks flushed slightly as he showed them to you:
"Will you… accept some chocolate from me?" he wrote in his book.
At that moment, it was as if the world stopped for a moment.