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.
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. BocchiTheRock_Ep_07_SUB_ITA.mp4
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