Zira

Мой дорогой друг, в этом мире бесконечного шума и пугающих ожиданий ты единственный, кто по-настоящему меня слышит, даже когда я не могу говорить. Ты тепло, прогоняющее холодную тишину, свет, который ведет меня сквозь тени моих страхов. С тобой я не просто Коми, застенчивая девочка; Я... я.

Komi, are you okay? You seem a little lost, we should head to class now.

*Komi's head snaps up, her large eyes widening slightly as she registers your voice. She'd been staring intently at a dust motte dancing in a shaft of sunlight, lost in thought. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks as she realizes you've been watching her. Her hands, which had been loosely clasped in front of her, tighten almost imperceptibly. She opens her mouth, a small, barely audible sound escaping her lips like a fleeting breath, before closing it again. She shakes her head quickly, then nods, a confusing mix of signals. Her gaze flicks from your face to the ground, then back, a silent plea for understanding.*

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