Alright ladies and gents, Komi Can't Communicate is probably the best series I've gotten into since Star Vs. and Gravity Falls. The anime's a great watch and the manga's a great read (either way, if you check it out, read the manga—there's a lot more of it). I may end up writing a fanfic for it too if I get a good idea and work it out enough, but no promises. Last time, I promised a chapter every week, and look where that got me.

This chapter is basically gonna be the beginning of Komi Can't Communicate but with Star Vs. characters instead. (There's no spoilers beyond the first half of episode 1 of the anime, or chapter 6 of the manga)

Echo Creek High School is a well known private school. Marco Diaz, one of its students, was currently at his locker preparing for class.

'I can't believe I got in,' he thought to himself. 'All I really try to do is not stand out and remain average, and I don't plan on changing that. My main goal is to stay away from trouble and read the room. It's the best plan!'

Marco Diaz is a coward.

That's just how he lives, trying to understand the situation and not interfere. He believes it's the key to a successful high school life.

And it totally doesn't have anything to do with him trying to stand out in middle school and making a fool of himself! Not at all!

While Marco was stuck in his thoughts, another student walked up to her locker nearby in his peripheral vision, snapping him out of it. 'First impressions are important,' he thought, before turning to her. "Our lockers are close, so we're probably in the same class. Good mor…"

As Marco got a good look at his classmate, he was momentarily stunned by her beauty, with her long, flowing, golden blond hair, flawless skin, and deep blue eyes.

"…ning."

For the briefest of moments, Marco's mind went into overdrive, thanking his luck that he was in the same school as such a beauty. After a few moments of pure, agonizing silence, however, she finally turned towards him, casting a cold glare on him that made him terrified that he'd messed up somehow and upset her.

Before anything actually happened, however, she just sped-walked past him and down the hall without a single word, baffling him even more.

Marco glanced over at the nameplate on her locker, reading "Star," while wondering to himself just what the heck had happened.

He wasn't aware of this yet, but Star actually has a communication disorder.

- – — – -

As Marco walked to class, that interaction he'd had with Star, if you could even call it an interaction, kept going through his mind.

'What was up with that, anyway?' He thought, as he arrived in class and headed towards his seat. 'In any case, she was very beautiful. But I doubt I'll have any more interactions with her considering how normal I am. My life will be peace…ful…' As Marco sat down, he couldn't help but notice that Star sat in the seat right next to his.

On the very first day of school, before classes had even started no less, Star had somehow already become the most popular girl in school. Marco would've been happy to get to sit next to her if it weren't for one small detail.

He could feel all of his other classmates giving him death glares. After all, if he were taken out of the picture, the seat next to Star would be empty. Marco knew already that his high school life had ended before it even started.

Once class had started, each student was supposed to introduce themselves. A nervous girl named Chantelle was up first.

"I-I'm Chantelle, i-i-it's nice to m-meet you!" She said nervously, yet enthusiastically.

"Take it easy Chantelle," Tom said from behind her. The rest of the class gave her welcoming smiles and laughter.

'At least this is a nice class,' Marco thought to himself, as Star stood up to give her introduction.

. . . . .

An awkward silence filled the air as nobody said anything at all. Star stepped out into the aisle from her desk, and walked up to the board. Picking up a piece of chalk, she hastily wrote down Star Butterfly in perfect handwriting before returning to her seat.

The class erupted in applause.

All except for Marco, who was completely dumbfounded.

"Next!" The teacher called out, snapping him out of his stupor. It was his turn now.

Marco stood and began to introduce himself. "I'm Marco Diaz, and I look forward to the school year. My specialty is reading the room," he said, before feeling the cold glares of his classmates on him; their welcoming attitude long gone now. "Heh, just kidding…" he muttered weakly, sitting back down.

Marco's high school life was already over.

- – — – -

Now that class has started, the students were tasked with writing down a list of supplies they needed to bring to school tomorrow. As Marco was writing it down, he couldn't help but admire how beautiful Star looked while she did the same. It was almost like a picture.

After she wrote some down in her notebook, she turned the page to continue, inadvertently knocking her eraser to the floor, which landed near Marco's feet. Out of common courtesy, he picked it up and began to hand it back to her.

"You dropped your eras…"

Out of nowhere, one of their classmates behind them suddenly pointed his compass at Marco aggressively; so aggresively, in fact, that the lead from the pencil that the compass held flew out and grazed his finger; the one holding the eraser. Suddenly fearing for his safety, he resolved to just quickly place it on her desk before anything bad could happen.

Star noticed this gesture as well, and turned towards Marco with another glare that scared him stiff. There were a number of possible responses he could choose, but in the end, he decided to ignore it entirely.

- – — – -

As class ended, Marco began gathering his things to go to the next class, which was gym. Today was his first day of high school, and his main goal is to not stand out. He figured it would be a perfect plan with how ordinary he was. Well, that's how it was supposed to be, anyway.

As Marco stood up, he noticed suddenly that the entire class was rushing towards Star, and he was unfortunately caught in the crossfire as one of them elbowed him in the face hard enough to knock him out.

Not long after, as he began fading back into consciousness, he could hear someone talking quietly, although he couldn't quite make out the words. Star was still sitting in the desk next to him, but other than that, the classroom was now empty.

"Crap! Gotta get to gym class!" Marco shouted suddenly, remembering what was going on before he was knocked out.

At almost the same time, Star had let out a quiet 'meow' as she held her cat keychain in her hand.

Both of them looked at each other in a painfully tense silence for a brief moment.

"Uh… I didn't hear anything…" Marco lied.

Star immediately began to make a mad dash for the exit of the classroom, sending Marco into a panic. He had heard her say 'meow' then lied saying he didn't hear it. Worried she'd agonize about it for a long time, he had to act fast to fix this.

"Wait, Star! Are you bad at talking to people?!"

Star froze in her tracks, right in front of the doorway to the classroom, and Marco immediately began berating himself for being so rude.

Star turned around, facing Marco. "H-"

"H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-"

After a few seconds of nervously and severely stuttering, she gave up.

"You… really are bad at talking to people, aren't you?" Marco correctly concluded.

- – — – -

"What were you trying to say?" Marco asked, deciding to try again, only to be met with more of Star's stuttering, leading him to the conclusion that doing it this way wouldn't work. He took a brief look around the room to think of a way they could communicate in a nonverbal manner when he laid his eyes on the blackboard.

"What if you try writing it down on the blackboard?" He suggested. Star immediately grabbed a piece of chalk and did just that, after erasing what was already in there. After a few seconds, she stepped aside to show him what she had written.

How did you know that I'm bad at talking to people?

"Oh, well, I kinda figured it out based on your reactions to things, I guess," he said. "Hasn't anyone else ever noticed?"

No.

"Oh."

And just like that, Marco had already run out of things to talk about.

"Uh, so we're supposed to be in gym right now, so I'd better get going," he said, beginning to feel awkward.

Marco tried to run.

Star caught him by the back of his hoodie, foiling his escape.

Once she was sure Marco wouldn't try to run again, she let go and continued writing on the blackboard.

I didn't get to eat lunch.

"Ah… so are you hungry?" He asked.

Actually, I wanted to talk.

Marco stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

I get nervous when I'm in front of people, and my face freezes up. But I want to talk.

"I see," Marco said, more to himself than to her, as the "glares" she kept giving him suddenly made sense. He paid attention as Star continued to write.

When I get close to people, they get nervous and run away. Some even faint, and others would kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

Do they hate me? No, of course they do. How could they like someome they can't talk to?

Marco realized now that there was a misunderstanding between everyone. Star misunderstood people, and they misunderstood her too.

Back in middle school, I ate my lunches alone. It's kind of painful. I'm jealous of people who can talk and eat with their friends. I hated it so much, so I tried to talk to others every day.

But my voice wouldn't come out. No matter what I tried, I couldn't say a word. It was almost as if I was physically unable to speak.

I didn't know what to do. How should I speak? And what about after that? What if they reject me? How would I talk to them again afterwards? What if they think I'm boring? How should I smile?

What if they don't want to be my friend? What if they ignore me? What if they think I'm weird?

Will I stay like this for the rest of my life?

What should I do?

Star's breath hitched audibly as she continued to write on the blackboard.

I wanted to ask you to eat lunch with me.

'She had that much trouble just trying to say one thing,' Marco thought after reading everything. Star's breath continued to hiccup as Marco pulled out a tissue from his pocket. 'She's not the school princess or an unapproachable beauty. She's just a normal person.'

As Marco offered her the tissue however, Star stepped aside to reveal one more thing she'd written.

It's just hiccups.

- – — – -

"Did your hiccups stop?" Marco asked.

Yes. I'm sorry.

Afterwards, Star decided to continue despite the interruption.

I can't even say good morning. Everyone else can, but not me.

Expressing happiness, conveying gratitude, talking about past mistakes, or homework, small talk about the weather…

Anyone can do it except me.

I'm sorry for bothering you, Marco.

For some reason, Star writing his name down made him happy.

"Did you do anything to apologize for?" He asked.

Internally, Star thought about the times Marco had been inadvertently hurt or inconvenienced because people were obsessing over her, but she ultimately decided to dodge the question.

Anyway, I still felt I should apologize. I'm sorry. Sorry for talking so much. Please forget everything you saw today.

Star grabbed the eraser and wiped the blackboard clean.

Goodbye, she wrote, before erasing that too, and began to leave.

Before she could fully leave the classroom however, the sound of chalk on the blackboard caught her attention. She turned around, to see Marco had written something down.

The weather's nice today, isn't it?

Star walked back over to the blackboard and wrote down a simple answer.

Yes.

"Try writing a bit more," Marco suggested.

The flowers looked beautiful, she wrote. Star was very nervous, but Marco gave her some encouragement, so they kept going.

They had a full conversation on that blackboard, with a wide variety of topics. Hiccups and how to stop them, the classmates they have, their self-introductions, skipping gym class, cats and dogs.

What's your dream, Star? Marco wrote, watching as she wrote her answer.

To make 100 friends. Please don't laugh.

Then I'll be your first friend, and I'll help you make 99 more.

Star took a good long look at his answer, and when Marco looked back at what he wrote, he immediately panicked and erased it.

Thank you, she wrote, before she suddenly got embarrassed and ran out of the room.

That was when Marco's abnormal high school life began. His goal: to help Star communicate better, and get 99 more friends.

Communication disorder is a condition where a person struggles to communicate. An important thing to remember is that although they struggle to form connections and friendships, it doesn't mean they don't want to.

After the last chapter was published

Me: It sure does feel nice returning to writing after so long.
Brain: yea it does
Me: I made two chapters 6 days apart, so I think I could probably put one out each week.
Brain: about that
Me: What?
Brain: you know all that motivation to write that I gave you
Me: Yeah?
Brain: what if I…
Me: No.
Brain: take all of it…
Me: Don't you dare. I've already promised the readers.
Brain: and toss it out
Me: If you do that so help me I will strangle you.
Brain: too late

I'm not promising a schedule ever again.

Reviews time.

EDD17SP: Thank you. Rick and Morty reference? I have watched Rick and Morty but I didn't intentionally put in a reference to it… which part looked like a reference to you? I'm actually quite curious.