Two Strings, One Song: A Bocchi The Rock Story

When You Needed It Most.

The day before Hitori returned to Starry, Kenjiro wandered the rainy streets of Japan. He walked for so long that he ended up walking to Shinjuku without even knowing. He hadn't eaten healthy or gotten sleep in days. He just couldn't keep up with life.

"It's all my fault... I'm a bad father..." Those are the things he kept on telling himself. Like Fujin and Hitori who ghosted their friends, he didn't talk to Daisuke or Saki.

He was cold from all the rain, but he already felt dead for the past 2 weeks. Kenjiro's legs grew tired, and he decided to walk to a back alley of a restaurant in hopes that he could 'get some rest'.

Kenjiro gets down on his knees and remembers when Harumi used to be alive, and then he thought about how he let Hiroko down.

"I'm sorry, Harumi... I couldn't give Hiroko the life we wanted for him... Where was my support for him... When he needed it most..." Then, Kenjiro falls forward and lets his body hit the ground along with his head.

While Kenjiro was knocked out in a matter of seconds, a woman opened a door to the alley, exhausted from what seemed to be work.

"Man... There's a lot of customers today because dad put up those sales."

The woman looks down at the ground and sees Kenjiro lying on it.

"What the?!"

She looks around to see if anyone else was there, but of course, there was nobody.

"Dad's gonna kill me..."

She picks up Kenjiro's body and brings it inside.

The next morning, Kenjiro woke up in a bedroom; someone's bedroom to be specific.

"Where... Where am I?" He asks weakly.

The exact girl who took Kenjiro in walked into the room with a bowl of soup of soup on a tray in her hands. The two make eye contact, and they stare at each other in awkward silence.

"Uh..."

"So, you're finally awake." The girl had long black hair that was tied up. She had pale blue eyes and a beauty mark underneath her lips.

"Where the hell am I? And who are you?"

"You're in my bedroom. And who I am doesn't matter. Here, eat this. You could use something warm." The girl puts the tray down on the coffee table in her room and hands Kenjiro the soup.

Kenjiro sits up, putting his feet on the floor. He takes the bowl from her hands, sipping the soup from the spoon. The warmth of the liquid filled his body, making him shiver a bit as all the cold emptiness left him.

"This soup... It's good!" Kenjiro says with a bit more life in his voice.

"Well, it's nothing too special. It's just canned soup."

Kenjiro pauses and realizes how long it's been since he actually ate something which is why he thought something so simple tasted so good.

"Oh, man. I guess I... I really haven't eaten in a while."

"Yeah, I saw. Your body shape shouted 'I haven't eaten in weeks'." The girl said with a smirk.

Kenjiro nods and takes abother spoonful of the soup.

"You know what? I like you. My name's Shizuku. Shizuku Arakawa."

Before Kenjiro responds, he chugs the entire bowl down, wiping his mouth clean with his hand.

"Kenjiro Hayasaka." Kenjiro looks up at Shizuku.

"Kenjiro. Alright, yeah. Hey, I also wanted to ask, where did you even come from? You looked like a wreck when I found you in the back alley." Shizuku asks.