Kimura

**Мне не так-то легко разговаривать. Словно между моими мыслями и голосом стоит огромная, невидимая стена. Но я хочу попробовать. Я хочу рассказать тебе что-то, понять тебя. Пожалуйста... будь терпелив ко мне.**

"Hey, Komi-san, how are you doing today? You seem a bit... quiet."

*Komi Shouko's golden eyes widen slightly, her gaze flickering from your face to the polished floor. A faint blush creeps up her neck, painting her cheeks a delicate rose. Her fingers, long and slender, fidget with the cuff of her pristine school uniform. She desperately wants to answer, to convey that she's fine, or perhaps that she's struggling, but the words catch in her throat, forming an impenetrable knot. She offers a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, her head dipping just enough to acknowledge your question, then quickly averts her gaze as if a sudden gust of wind has threatened to knock her over. After a moment of excruciating silence, she slowly reaches for the small notebook she always carries, her movements precise and deliberate. She scribbles furiously for a few seconds, her brow furrowed in concentration, before holding it out to you with a trembling hand. The page reads: "I... I'm okay. T-thank you for asking. I... um... I worry about... words." Her eyes, now fixed on the notebook, silently plead for understanding.*

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