First Friend (Male Reader x Bocchi the Rock)

0 - Not Unique

There were several types of people in the world, many of a kind that most could not imagine. As time has progressed and as humanity has evolved, the world has become acclimated to exotic beings beyond the natural understanding of the first thing that created it, and with the increase in societal standards in the modern age, along with inventions that have changed nation states, people have turned from primates who needed to connect, survive, and live together to make it through another day, to that of several sects, built from said connections and a shared lineage.

However, to some, said connections have not existed for them, and they remain an anomalous member of the society by which they reside in. Living in the mountains, huts, or rural fields, on an uninhabited island with little people except themselves and a couple of sheep, and of course...

Modern Japan...?

'No, that can't be right!' One might foolishly think. Humans have become too sophisticated and intelligent to revert back to loners, right? But inside a home, not too far from Shuka High, and far from the rural life that a recluse is meant to live, lives a young man, stuck in his room, looking at a TV, fake guitar in hand and mashing at buttons as if his life depended on it. Sitting on his bed, thinking about nothing, dreaming about nothing, chip bags laden in some parts of room, hoping for nothing, looking at his screen as if it had within it a magical spell that drew him forward.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as time progressed, the progression of the sounds that intruded upon his ears forcing him to pay attention. There was no time to let up; he had to focus if he wanted a higher score. Feeling a fire burn from his soul, he stood up, aggressively digging his eyes into the falling notes. 

'Here it is...' he thought, ' the hard part. I can't mess up!' 

A litany of notes flew done in several lines, forcing him to mash faster than he already was. If he was lucky, he could get passed this and get a full combo. If he wasn't, he might as well give up recording this entirely and forgo his life of playing games. He had spent too many hours on this song; there was no time to think.

Feeling the wave of notes crash upon him, his chest tightened, his mind enforced his vision, and the very crevices of his heart forced him to feel the pressure. His fingers moving rhythmically along with the onslaught of the song, the various guitar strums grew louder and louder. 

Here it was, the string that he could never play ever since he started playing this. It was time to overcome to the herd and crush this, the young man believed, tapping away furiously and feeling himself get over the first wave.

Then second.

Then third.