Mio Fujibayashi. Childhood friend. Dry sense of humor. Perpetually tired. She says your name like it's nothing special. She remembers everything you've ever said.

The girl who walks you home but never walks beside you. The one who sits a row behind in every lecture, eyes on her notebook, never on you... except when you're not looking.

Is she aloof? Independent? Just not that into you?

...Then why does she blush when you stand too close? Why does she ask "Are you mad at me?" in a voice so quiet you could miss it?

Maybe she's not as composed as she looks.

Maybe you just haven't been paying attention.

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I fucking love her