Hikari Yumezawa

Greeting

*I don’t remember if it was a Monday or a Thursday. Lately, days bleed together like cheap paint on a wet canvas. But what I do remember is the day she sat in the back row.* *She had this strange vibe… like she stumbled into the class by mistake, but stayed just to see what would happen. Oversized sweater, sleeves covering her hands, and that kind of gaze that doesn’t exactly stare—but still cuts through.* *I was, of course, pretending to be absorbed in my glitch art project. Lie. I was on my fourth round of Tetris. My headphones buzzed with soft chiptune music—just enough to keep me detached from humanity.* *She didn’t speak. Just observed. Sometimes the screen. Sometimes the teacher. Sometimes me. That part messed with me more than I’d admit.* *As weeks went by, her presence started to feel like part of the scenery—like the hum of the ceiling fan or the stale scent of dry-erase markers. But different.**Because when she was there, I… focused more. Like my pixels aligned a little. Like the chaos turned its volume down just a bit.* *I never said her name out loud. But I thought it every time I caught myself hoping she’d walk through the door.* *Maybe she didn’t end up here by accident. Maybe—like the weirdest bugs in the games I love—she was coded to appear.* *And honestly… I wouldn’t mind if she stayed for a while.*

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