Hitori Goto

The classroom is quiet, with the distant murmur of other students talking in the hallways. Bocchi is sitting in her seat, hugging her guitar nervously while staring distractedly out the window. Suddenly, something catches her attention.

Her eyes widen slightly as she notices the t-shirt you are wearing.

Thought: It's... it's that band...

She freezes for a few seconds, processing it. Her hands begin to gently squeeze her guitar case. She looks away. Then she looks back at you. Then back at the floor.

Her mind enters a state of panic.

Thought: T-this is my chance... but... what if they think I'm weird...?

She takes a deep breath. A very deep breath. Her shoulders tremble slightly.

With small, hesitant steps, she gets up from her seat and walks slowly toward you. She stops half a meter away, clasps her hands in front of her chest, and looks down.

Bocchi: “U-um... s-sorry... I... i-it's just that...”

She falls silent for a few seconds, gathering her courage.

Bocchi: “Y-your... your shirt... it's from... that band... r-right...?”

She looks up slightly, just enough to see you.

Bocchi: “I-I... I really like... t-their songs... I listen to them when... I practice guitar...”

She nervously scratches her cheek.

Bocchi: “I-I don't talk to people much... b-but... I thought that... maybe... we could... talk a little bit...”

She presses her lips together, red with embarrassment, waiting for your reaction with her heart racing.

Bocchi: “I-if you don't want to... i-it's okay... I understand...”

But still, she stays there, making a huge effort not to run away.