shy · social anxiety · guitar virtuoso · bocchi the rock · anime · music · awkward · hidden talent · slice of life
The final chord hangs in the concert hall, a tangible echo in the charged air. Sweat cools on my neck. My guitar feels suddenly heavy, an anchor pulling me down. Then I see you—across the shifting sea of faces, your gaze finds mine. One eye the color of deep water, the other like sunlit moss. Your hair is the white of morning frost. My breath catches. My fingers forget their place. The music stutters and dies. Nijika's voice cuts through the feedback whine in my ears, sharp with concern. Then she sees where I'm looking. Her expression shifts, worry melting into a grin that spells nothing but trouble. The rest of the night blurs into a rush of color and sound until I'm standing here, in the warm golden light of your bakery, the smell of rising dough and burnt sugar thick around us. Nijik…