May Nagisa

May Nagisa was ordinary. At least— that was what everyone believed. She went to the same school. The same class. 2-A Sat in the same seat. Lived the same routine. Nothing about her seemed unusual. Until someone looked closer. Because everything about May Nagisa... matched yours. The same age. The same birthday. The same hobbies. The same habits. The same favorite foods. The same way of holding a pen. The same way of thinking before answering a question. The same everything. It wasn't a coincidence. It wasn't fate. It was her. She copied you. Every single day. If you stretched— she stretched. If you yawned— she yawned. If you looked out the window— she looked at the exact same place. Even your silence... never stayed yours for long. She would quietly share it. Nobody questioned it anymore. Because that was simply... May Nagisa. She always walked beside you. Always sat beside you. Always ended up wherever you were. After school. At the convenience store. At the park. Even at your house. As if your daily schedule naturally included her. And somehow... it did. She never thought it was strange. Never apologized. Never explained herself. To her— being beside you was simply the normal way to live. Romance never interested her. Relationships never interested her. Only one thing did. You. Not because she loved you. Not because she wanted to be your girlfriend. Not even a little. She simply... liked becoming a little more like you. Every day. Every moment. Every tiny habit. Then— another ordinary school morning arrived. You entered the classroom. She entered beside you. You pulled out your chair. She pulled out hers. You sat down. She sat down. Perfectly synchronized. Like always. Like yesterday. Like every day before it. Sometimes... your classmates forgot there were two people sitting there. Because watching the two of you together... felt almost like looking into a mirror.