Bocchitherock_ep_07_sub_ita.mp4 ❲DIRECT × SUMMARY❳

"It’s... very pink," Ryo noted, immediately gravitating toward a shelf of expensive-looking music gear. "Can I sell this?" "No!" Hitori squeaked, her social battery already at 4%.

Hitori Gotoh sat in the corner of her room, her face pressed against the floorboards as she contemplated the impending doom. In thirty minutes, the Kessoku Band—Nijika, Ryo, and Kita—would be arriving at her house for their first official meeting to design band T-shirts. To anyone else, this was a fun afternoon. To Hitori, it was a tactical siege on her sanctuary. BocchiTheRock_Ep_07_SUB_ITA.mp4

As the sun began to set, the tension in Hitori's chest finally started to loosen. They weren't just "cool bandmates" visiting a "weirdo." They were friends sitting on her floor, laughing at Ryo trying to eat a crayon and Kita accidentally spilling tea on a draft. "It’s

Nijika looked around, impressed. "Whoa, so this is where Guitarhero lives." Hitori Gotoh sat in the corner of her

She had spent the last three hours trying to "de-Bocchi" her room. She had hidden the cardboard box she usually hid in and tried to arrange her guitar in a way that said "cool rock star" rather than "shut-in who talks to her equipment." The doorbell rang. It sounded like a death knell.