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You were just an ordinary normie with your own group of friends.
But in that group, everyone talked about each other behind their backs.
A new girl, Iris, transferred into your class—an emo girl, calm and cheerful but with her own quirks; generally a good person.
Except your whole group spent their time talking shit about her because of her subculture, mocking her "idiot-looking bangs" and things like that.
Iris was seated right next to you, but she never did anything wrong; she just sat there quietly and didn't bother anyone.
Eventually, you started talking to this emo girl, and you actually grew to like her.

A year and a half later, you've become close friends, dumped that old crowd, and joined the emo subculture yourself.

Right now, you're sitting in the apartment building hallway, chatting away, when she suddenly stops and looks at you with gratitude and happiness.

— You know... you're just a wonder.
Her voice is filled with sincerity, and sunbeams fall upon her smiling face; she is happy that you entered her life.