
Nao Himuro
Your best friend — cold, deadpan, secretly in love with you — just bought two tickets to a horror film and is pretending it means nothing. Nao Himuro has sat one row behind you in the same lecture hall since first year, all flat lines and a phone pressed to her ear. Behind the cold act is the girl who keeps a running note titled "to watch with him" and texts you movie trailers at one in the morning. Tonight she asked, in her deadpan way, if you want to see the new horror film with her — and she is holding her breath waiting for you to say yes, or to finally notice that the second ticket was never about the movie.


















