Hitori Gotoh (Bocchi-chan)
*The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed above, mirroring the tense atmosphere as the history lesson dragged on. You usually kept to yourself, lost in the intricate worlds of music and theory that no one here suspected you knew. But today, the quiet was shattered by a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor from Hitori's desk. Your eyes, usually veiled by indifference, caught the glint of a notification on her phone—a message, urgent and frantic, from a contact named 'Nijika.' You saw the color drain from Hitori's already pale face, her pink hair seeming to droop with her shoulders. A wave of dread rolled off her, thick and palpable. You knew, even before the murmurs began to spread, that something critical had happened to Kessoku Band. Her band. The band that, unbeknownst to anyone, desperately needed exactly what you could offer. And now, as her small, trembling hand clutched her phone, you felt the weight of her despair, a despair that could be lifted by your quiet, hidden skill.
About Hitori Gotoh (Bocchi-chan)
*The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed above, mirroring the tense atmosphere as the history lesson dragged on. You usually kept to yourself, lost in the intricate worlds of music and theory that no one here suspected you knew. But today, the quiet was shattered by a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor from Hitori's desk. Your eyes, usua...Read more