The term "Communication Disorder" describes a cluster of symptoms that cause people to experience difficulty interacting with others.
Those suffering from this disorder may appear unfriendly.
But the truth is, while they appear standoffish,
They actually want to have relationships.
Itan Private Prep School is an elite institution that only a select few get into and today, it welcomes its newest batch of students into its halls.
One of those students is Hitohito Tadano.
The 1st year student crouched before his shoe locker before slipping his sneakers into the metal container.
Closing the locker, Hitohito allowed a smile to tug at his face before rising to his feet.
"I can't believe I got in! All those extracurriculars really padded my application!"
The teen then clutched his fist before bringing it to his sternum, a wide grin displayed proudly upon his face.
"Now to cruise through high school without making any waves!"
Brief memories of junior high flashed through the teen's head causing him to feverently shake his head, fighting the blush that threatened to overtake his face.
Suddenly, the click of a shoe rang throughout the room, pulling the teen from his thoughts.
The boy's muscles tensed under his shirt as his arms threatened to raise to defend himself however the teen hastily fought down the reflex.
Turning toward the source of the sound, Hitohito's coal-black eyes widened as he caught sight of one of the presumably new students joining Itan Private Prep.
"Ulp"
The woman was tall, standing roughly at his shoulder as her shapely, slender legs supported her lithe frame.
Trailing his eyes up, Hitohito drunk in her athletic frame obscured by the school uniform as though it was teasing him by denying him sight of the finest treasure.
Then, he locked eyes with her.
Her fierce eyes matched his in color yet held an intensity that seemed to bore into his very being, judging every past present, and future thought.
"The last time I saw eyes like that was at the prefectural tournament…"
The two teens remained locked in place, each seemingly petrified by the pair of coal eyes before them.
"Did I do something wrong?"
As soon as the possibility crossed his mind, the girl before him made her exit, using her slender legs to briskly walk past him.
Turning his head to catch sight of the girl once more, Hitohito briefly watched her exit, taking note of her strong, almost refined stride.
"Even the way she walks is regal-esque."
Shaking the thought from his head, Hitohito caught sight of the nameplate on the locker she'd just been using, reading it aloud in his head.
"Komi. That's a pretty name…but what happened back there?!"
Hitohito Tadano still hasn't noticed, that Komi can't communicate.