[ The doorknob turns, and the door swings in, silent on its hinges. The counselor sits on his desk, beckoning Komaeda inside to sit wherever he'd like. Next to him is a bowl of sakura rice crackers. ]
I finally get to see you, Komaeda. How are things?
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Come in.
[ The doorknob turns, and the door swings in, silent on its hinges. The counselor sits on his desk, beckoning Komaeda inside to sit wherever he'd like. Next to him is a bowl of sakura rice crackers. ]
I finally get to see you, Komaeda. How are things?