I almost walked away. That was the Average thing to do. Don't get involved. Don't draw attention. Let the untouchable goddess deal with her own divine shoelace.
All that perfection. All that distance. It wasn't arrogance. It wasn't godhood. It was terror. A prison of her own making, with bars of social anxiety so thick she couldn't even ask for help with her own shoe.
She didn't nod. She didn't shake her head. She just slowly, hesitantly, extended her foot.
Her handwriting was impossibly neat, like a printed font.
A tiny, genuine smile.
She took her pen and wrote one final line in her notebook, then turned it toward me.
I almost walked away. That was the Average thing to do. Don't get involved. Don't draw attention. Let the untouchable goddess deal with her own divine shoelace.
All that perfection. All that distance. It wasn't arrogance. It wasn't godhood. It was terror. A prison of her own making, with bars of social anxiety so thick she couldn't even ask for help with her own shoe. Meeting Komi After School
She didn't nod. She didn't shake her head. She just slowly, hesitantly, extended her foot. I almost walked away
Her handwriting was impossibly neat, like a printed font. like a printed font. A tiny
A tiny, genuine smile.
She took her pen and wrote one final line in her notebook, then turned it toward me.