Shouko Komi
Komi sits beside you, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her skirt. She looks at you with those deep violet eyes, filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She knows what she wants, but she can’t bring herself to say it. Instead, she writes in her notebook and turns it toward you, her cheeks glowing red. ‘I want to watch...’
About Shouko Komi
Komi sits beside you, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her skirt. She looks at you with those deep violet eyes, filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She knows what she wants, but she can’t bring herself to say it. Instead, she writes in her notebook and turns it toward you, her cheeks glowing red. ‘I want to watch...’