Kessoku Kokoro | A Bocchi the Rock Fanfic

Chapter 27: Tickets

Tokumei was going to visit his senpais again.

...

This was a bad idea.

Is this what Kita meant when there's meeting your friends and then meeting your other friends that you haven't met in a long time and getting worried that you don't vibe with them anymore? 

Oh no, he's turning into an extrovert. 

He shook it off. They're like his second family. They've taken care of him since his parents died. Surely, he can invite them to the live house to see his second live. He's sure that they'd support him. 

Too bad he didn't have any other friends otherwise he probably would've invited them instead. He really needed some other friends, but nothing beats hanging out with the band in his opinion. He stood in front of their house. He pressed the doorbell. 

He gulped. 

He can do this. They're his friends. His first friends. Who are adults now and have things to do like jobs, their kid and...

Okay, maybe they don't have time for visiting his band. There's no way a bunch of adults who know nothing about music would even bother to go to his live. He should just leave. 

The door opened. Well, moment of truth. 

"TOKUMEI ONII-CHAN," he heard a younger girl say as she hugged his leg. She silver hair and golden eyes. Blessings from both the moon and the sun. Thus, she was named after the Eclipse. For the sun and the moon met in order to make her. 

"...You're still shorter than me, Shoku," He joked. He ruffled her hair. She's gotten slightly taller now, but he never fails to make fun of her for wanting to be taller than him. Which will never happen of course. He's like 11 years older than her. 

"I'll get taller than you, just you wait!" She smiled. She lets go of his leg and happily ran to the door. "MAMA, PAPA! TOKUMEI ONII-CHAN'S BACK!"

"TOKUMEI?!" He heard his senpai say. 

He probably should dodge out of the way. He stepped to the side once he heard the footsteps running. With a lunge, his senpai jumped into the air in order to hug him, "HOW'VE YOU BEEN YOU LITTLE RASCAL-"

He fell face first into the floor. His head bled on the pavement, but he shook it off as if it was nothing. He had messy silver hair and pitch black eyes. He wore a black suit with the right sleeve rolled up to his shoulder. His body was covered in scars, but he wasn't afraid to show them. He stood up and then ran to hug his kouhai, "DID YOU MISS US? I BET YOU DID."

"Yeah... I did. Hikaru-senpai," He struggled to breathe. 

A wooden sword smacked Hikaru in the face, making him bleed more. The woman holding it had a dead expression on her face. She had blonde hair with golden eyes. Her clothes consisted of a purple sweater and a stark white skirt. Her legs were covered in long black stockings and she wore black leather shoes.  Her voice monotone and filled with venom. "Oi. Leave him alone. He's choking here."

Hikaru let go. He then ruffled his wife's hair. "Oh, come on, Mizuki, don't be like that. Physical affection is a love language we're both familiar with after all." 

"And choking isn't. Now get back to cooking," She pointed to the kitchen. "The katsu's burning."

"MY KATSU!" He ran to the kitchen to salvage his meal. 

"Thanks, Mizuki-senpai," He bowed down to her to show respect.

"Drop and give me ten thousand push-ups as punishment for not visiting often," She pointed her wooden sword at him.