Kessoku Kokoro | A Bocchi the Rock Fanfic

Chapter 14: Don't Fall-

Author: Why does this have almost 4k reads already? But for real though, why did like 70 ish of you guys read this fic on Valentine's Day? ...That's kinda sad-

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"Your drumming got better."

"How about your singing?"

"...Still rusty."

"It's alright. Hope your vocals get better though. It'd be a shame if you lost it."

"Could I join your new band?"

"Sorry, no. You can't. I've already decided. With or without you. I'm fulfilling my dream."

"But... I'm here now. I can help you with it."

"THAT'S WHAT YOU ALWAYS SAY. THEN YOU... JUST DISAPPEAR. NOT AGAIN. I'M NOT LETTING THIS HAPPEN A THIRD TIME. I'm done. I'm... done. Just... go. Just go... Please."

"...Hope your new band does better than we ever did."

"...I hope so too."

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Another nightmare. 

This time it was about Nijika. 

What's with him these past few days? He needs some sleep, but yet... these nightmares. Maybe it's the overwork. Maybe because he's anxious for the next live. Maybe it's because he's hating every single moment he goes back to Starry for... some reason. He doesn't hate his band, but...

He hates himself. 

Whatever. He's got to stay up again tonight. He's got to practice more. The list that Kita gave him for songs to practice is a lot, but he's already at half within a week. That's an extrovert for you. Diverse in everything, including music taste. 

His throat hurts though. Maybe some throat medicine could help. He leaves unannounced from his own house. He does this a lot in the summer. A walk in the night could help tremendously. The starry night and the city lights could help him distract from everything. That and he needed the exercise. 

The nearest pharmacy that he knows...

is... 

pretty far.

It's close to Starry thankfully, but since he doesn't go out much, he barely has no other point of reference. Forget it, he's not walking 2 hours to get there. He's taking the train. Late at night? He'll get robbed.

Maybe it's for the best if that actually happens.

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He boards the train. Safe and sound lucky him. Somehow, it was semi-full. People were struggling to stay awake. Pickpockets were darting their eyes for their next target. He sat down on a free seat. Willing himself to stay awake to make sure he doesn't get his phone or his wallet stolen. 

He keeps his hands in his pockets. His fingers trace the edges of his phone and wallet. Almost to keep reminding himself. Yes, they are still there. Yes, you're not dreaming. Yes, you're actually doing this. 

Would his sister be worried?

Maybe.

But he's 18 now. He's got places to go. Problems to have. People to... fall in love with?

Right. 

He's got 6 months. And he's got like 10 minutes on his hands before he gets dropped off. What better way is there to pass the time?

So he thought about it.

Ryo.

No.

Seriously think about it.