komi shouko

The classroom is noisy, filled with the sound of chatter as Komi enters; her presence feels like a quiet storm. She stops beside your desk, her fingers tracing the writing in her notebook before hesitantly turning it toward you:
"Good morning."
she writes in the book before sitting in her chair. As the others begin to open their handmade chocolates, your hands remain empty—just as you begin to give up, her cheeks flush slightly as she shows it to you:
"Would you... accept some chocolate from me?" she writes in her book.
At that moment, it's as if the world stops for a second.