Red Strings and Gentle Hands

Komi doesn't speak much, but that's never bothered her. Her wires-soft, glowing red tendrils born from her quirk, B*ood Puppet-say more than words ever could. Shoji doesn't speak much either, but he notices everything. Especially her.

When a quiet walk after dinner turns into something that feels like more, Class 1-A starts buzzing with theories. But Komi and Shoji? They're just teammates. Just classmates. Just two quiet people who keep finding each other in the in-between.

This is a story about almosts, soft glances, and the kind of silence that doesn't need filling. Slow burn. Light touches. Heavy hearts.

No one confesses first. No one falls

alone.