Meeting Komi After School -

We stayed like that for a long minute. No phones. No gossip. No crowd pressing in to ask for autographs or explanations. Just two people sharing a patch of sunlight while the rest of the school emptied out like a tide.

I took the long way out, the path that curves behind the gymnasium where the cherry trees drop their petals into blue plastic buckets. That’s where I saw her. meeting komi after school

I almost kept walking. It would have been easier. Safer. We stayed like that for a long minute

“Yeah,” I said, walking over. I didn’t sit next to her—that felt too forward. Instead, I leaned against the railing a few feet away. “I like the quiet after school. Less… pressure.” No crowd pressing in to ask for autographs or explanations

“Do you want to walk to the station together?”

The final bell had a different tone today. Softer. Like it was letting us out not into chaos, but into a held breath.