Kessoku Kokoro | A Bocchi the Rock Fanfic

Chapter 21: Lonely and Anonymous

Author: WE'RE BACK

Author: Here's the other bocchi chapter as promised

Author: This took so long to make-

Author: If I had a nickel for every time I simped for a blue haired narcissist and then eventually ended up falling even harder for the redhead extrovert, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it hapened twice.

Author: *cough, cough* Ouro Kronii and Hakos Baelz. Ryo Yamada and Ikuyo Kita.

Author: Shut-

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"...It's weird seeing him so happy," Ryo squinted her eyes. 

"It's because all you do is give him misery," Nijika clapped back.

"No like... Ikuyo levels of happy," the bassist clarified. "It's weirdly blinding." 

Tokumei was smiling. It was a good look on him. At least, the female customers coming by for drinks thought so. A handsome butler serving drinks with the smile of an angel. This led to them shooting their shot at him once more. After some liquid courage of course. 

"Pretty boy, won't you be mine?" One of them asked.

"I know I'm pretty fine, but what you need is more wine," He began to pour her another shot. 

"WE DON'T SERVE THAT HERE!" Seika shouted from the other side of the room. 

'My training's paying off!' Kita pumped her fist, startling Hitori who was teaching her guitar.

His sister was slightly weirded out, but she's always wanted him to look like that so she's glad. She does want to curb stomp the women flirting with her brother though. 

Seika's wondering if he somehow got into drinking alcohol or something.  

"Maybe something good happened to him," the drummer began to practice her part in their upcoming song. The audition was coming soon and she doesn't want to be the weakest link in the band. She's the leader. So she has to set an example. 

"...Whatever it is, he's got to quit smiling. These drunk washed up females are flaunting their pathetic selves at him," Ryo's spite was obvious. 

"Sounds to me like someone's jealous," Nijika smirked. 

"Like you aren't," Ryo glared at her. She strummed her bass to match Nijika's drumming. The two melodies eventually becoming a harmony. Once they had the same pace, she continued the conversation, "You're looking at him too."

"Only because I don't want anything to happen to him," Nijika brushed it off. He may be her first crush, but she's moved on. It's been like what? 8 years? Band first. Romance later. "He's reckless when you least expect it... No. I think... he's always like that. He's the type that will prioritize us first. Himself last... Besides, why're you so irked anyway if you're not jealous of your man being stolen from you?"

"I just hate it when people just insert their sad pathetic selves in a place that doesn't even need it. Like we get that you're sad, but come on. Have some dignity," She ranted a bit. Her grip on her bass neck tightened. She's angry. Nijika never thought she had the capacity to be given her brain's so small and all. 

"Come on, I've been giving you pick up lines, why won't you give me some back?" Another drunk woman said.

"I'm sure there's plenty of guys who want to pick you up, but for now, focus on finishing what's in your cup," Tokumei replied. 

"Says the girl who eats grass like a lawnmower," Nijika put down her drumsticks. She stretched her arms and stood up. She didn't want to admit it, but she was pissed.