Kessoku Kokoro | A Bocchi the Rock Fanfic

Chapter 17: Omurice

Kita checked her room clock. 2pm. Oh. It's noon.

IT'S NOON?!

She panicked. She was supposed to have something to do today with her other friends! And they were going to buy new make-up too! The tasty treats from that famous pastry shop were about to be taken photos of as well. She got her phone and texted quickly.

She's got to apologize. She's going to feel so left out. They better not have posted the photos on Insta-

They posted.

'THAT CAKE LOOKS SO GOOD THOUGH,' She fell off her bed. She winced a bit and looked around her room. It's pretty messy huh? It's usually neater than this. What could've possibly-

Oh... 

right.

She slept with a guy.

Wait phrasing.

She shared the same bed with a guy.

In her own room.

Same bed. Her bed. 

From morning until noon.

She thought nothing of it.

Oh who was she kidding she was thinking of it hard. 

Her face goes red as a tomato and then she rolled underneath her bed. She apologizes to Hitori in her head. She's such a bad friend. She wishes this would end.

He didn't do anything to her at least. It was just cuddling as far as she could remember. Of course she wasn't going to let him fall asleep on the floor. What kind of friend would she be if that was the case? A bad one that's what.

This is completely platonic. If Nijika could cuddle with him and say it's platonic, then she can say so too. It's just a sleepover nothing more. 

She smelled something good in the kitchen. Her mom must be home. Wait, when did she get home actually? She could've sworn that she's out for work at this time. She left her room and guided by the aroma of eggs and seasoning, she made it to the kitchen. 

Where Tokumei was busy cooking. 

"I'm almost done. No need to worry," He says as he's busy finishing the omelet. "Sorry about the eggs though. If this turns out bad, I'll pay for replacements."

"You sure I shouldn't call a delivery instead?" She gestured to her phone. 

"Why'd you give up on me so fast?" He lamented. He finished removing the scrambled egg from the pan and plated it on the rice.

Kita's slightly impressed. Nothing is burnt on the pan, almost all of the scrambled egg is neatly removed from it and the rice is perfectly shaped and has a lot of flavor and meat in it. He got the ketchup and just put a kitty cat design on it. 

"...Could I take a photo of this?" She asked. 

"Go ahead," He begins to wash the pans and the plastic containers for the poultry and the rice cooker. "Just don't take too long taking photos-"

"Hey, which one do you think is the best looking?" She put her phone in front of his face.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?" He asked as the photos were the exact same. It's just a 10th of her gallery filled with omurice photos. And that's out of 22k photos. That's a lot compared to his empty pitiful box of a gallery. "AND HAVE MERCY ON YOUR PHONE'S STORAGE."

"But for real though, which one do you like?" She pressed the question further.

"This one," He just pointed at one of the many photos since he can't tell the difference. "It's got... good lighting? And it focuses on the food well without any reflection of your face on the plate or utensils."