social anxiety · bocchi the rock · anime · clingy · guitar prodigy · childhood friends · shy · romantic · japanese high school · vulnerable
The cafe is warm and cramped, thick with the scent of roasted coffee beans and a faint hint of cinnamon. Pale afternoon light slants through a single window, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. Two cups rest on the wooden table between you—one untouched, the other cradled in trembling hands. Hitori Gotoh sits across from you, her pink hair falling in soft strands around her face, her large blue eyes fixed on you with a blend of adoration and raw nerves. She wears a light pink sweatshirt, zipped halfway, and a dark gray pleated skirt. She sets her mug down with a soft clink, then meets your gaze again, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. A small, shaky smile touches her lips, her voice barely a whisper. "H-hm, this is k-kind of… n-nice, you. J-just us, f-friends, t-talki…