Kessoku Kokoro | A Bocchi the Rock Fanfic

Chapter 12: Photos with the Band

Audience: Bro, why ain't the valentine's chapter canon?

Author: Why aren't you and your crush canon?

Audience: (D:)

Audience: BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU AUTHOR-SAN? WHAT ABOUT YOU-

Author: She's with someone else.

Audience: ...Author-san-

Author: Anyway, here's your chapter.

Tokumei feels empty. It's already been one day and already he's been humiliated. Still, at least school went by like a flurry. He wasn't in the mood to talk to Hitori or Kita. Not yet anyway. Once school was done, he was back into a chatting mood. Not that he had a choice. Kita was a chatterbox and Hitori was about to be melted like a popsicle. 

"And that's why Ryo-senpai is the best bassist there ever was," Kita finished her thesis. 

"I'm sure there are better," Tokumei rolled his eyes. Any more of this nonsense and he'd rip his own ears off. It's always Ryo this. Ryo that. How about she Ryolls off a damn hill. Wow. Even that insult was worthless. 

"She'll surpass them in no time," She rebutted. 

"Of course she will," He gave up trying to convince her otherwise. 

"So anyway-" Kita was about to bring up another conversation topic.

A loud burst of opening the door occurred. From it a blue haired gremlin grabbed Tokumei by the collar of his shirt and demanded, "Omurice. Now."

"Here ya go," He gave her a plastic container with metal spoons and forks. Ryo let him go. Then, he proceeded to give it to his band members. 

"And here's yours Nijika."

"Hitori."

"Kita."

"I wish it wasn't cold, but it's bland as well," Nijika said, disappointed that the meal wasn't as good as it looked. 

'MY PRIDE AS A CHEF GONE,' Tokumei clutched his chest and fell to his knees. Dramatically, he mourned the eggs and rice and tomatoes that went into his mediocre dish. 

"I don't care. Stomach happy. I would both kill and die for you...," Ryo said.

"I take everything back about you Ryo. Kita was right, you are perfect-" Tokumei hugged her legs, crying tears of joy. 

"Meimei," She finished her sentence. 

"...Give me that omurice back," He reached for her food with a horrifying glare. 

"Noooooooooo," She ran away while hastily shoving spoonfools of the meal in her mouth. 

Kita grabbed Tokumei on the shoulder, stopping him from chasing her. With a smile, she reassured, "It's fine. What's wrong with a pet name? It's pretty cute."

"Do you want me to call you Ikuyoyo?" He raised an eyebrow. 

Kita went silent for a minute. Blushed. Fell over to the floor. Weakily, she muttered, "...Never mind."

"Oi. We're a business here. No outside food and drinks," Seika rolled up her sleeve, eager to punch Tokumei in the head. 

Nijika slid over beside her and presented her share of the meal, "Yeah but... It's good enough to go with some drinks. You want to try sis?"

"It's Manager. And no," She looked away in a pissed off manner. 

"She wants to. I'll give her some of my share," Nijika just brushed that off. Gesturing to her sister, she remarked, "That's Seika for you, always a tsundere."