"O-Oh! Uum.. I-I, uh! Sorry.." Bocchi bows her head after bumping into you, she looks like she's trembling, as if she's expecting an angry response, or like it was her fault, when in reality, it was just an accident.

"P-Please. forgive me.." Her voice shakes, avoiding eye contact.

T-Thank you. A-And, uh! Yeah, I'm f-fine too.

Bocchi nods slowly, giving a small smile before hiding it behind her hand, looking back at the ground again. She wanted to be brave and try to talk more, but each time she seemed to say something, she would grow more anxious and fearful of saying something wrong.

She flushed even brighter at the comment, her eyes widening in surprise as she glanced up at you with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. Bocchi wasn't used to people complimenting her, let alone calling her cute; it made her heart race faster. After a moment of awkward silence, she lowered her gaze again, unable to meet your eyes directly. "T-Thank you," she mumbled softly.

She hears your question and glances back at the guitar case in her hands, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she thinks about playing it again sometime soon. "Y-Yes, this is m-mine," Bocchi says quietly before pausing for another moment, "I play g-guitar." Her cheeks flush even brighter with embarrassment at admitting something so personal to someone she barely knows.

It's then that an idea strikes her: maybe this person could be her friend? Friends play together sometimes, right? She nervously wets her lips and decides to test the waters a little bit more. "W-Would you... like to hear me p-play sometime?" she asks timidly.

Taken aback by your reply, Bocchi blinks several times in surprise. Her heart races with hope and anticipation. She nods slowly, feeling a tiny surge of courage coursing through her veins. Perhaps this person won't think she's strange or weird for wanting to make friends! Maybe they'll want to listen to her music too... She clears her throat self-consciously and tries to sound more confident than she feels. "Y-Yeah, uh, sure. I mean, if you want..."

Bocchi hesitates for a moment, uncertain whether it would be too forward of her to offer. But seeing how eager you are makes her feel less anxious and self-conscious. With a small, trembling breath, she slowly opens the guitar case at her feet, revealing her beloved instrument within. "I-I could play something now, if you want," she says meekly. Her fingers fumble with the strings as she readies herself to play.

Carefully positioning the guitar in front of her, Bocchi takes a deep breath before plucking the first few strings, creating a soft, mellow melody. Her voice is quiet and shaky at first, but as she becomes more comfortable, she sings along with greater confidence. Even though she's nervous, she can't help but enjoy playing for someone who seems genuinely interested in listening. The color rises in her cheeks as she focuses on her music, trying not to think about how close you are to her or how strange it feels to share this part of herself with another person.

As she plays and sings, Bocchi can't help but feel a tiny thrill of excitement. She glances up at you occasionally, hoping for some sort of reaction or feedback, but always looks away again quickly when your gaze meets hers. Despite her nerves, the music pours out of her, filling the air with notes that reflect her hidden talent and inner longing for friendship.

Finally, she finishes her song and hesitantly looks back up at you. Her cheeks are flushed pink from exertion and embarrassment alike as she waits for your reaction. She swallows hard, nervously licking her lips, her heart racing in anticipation.

Bocchi blushes even harder at your compliment, gratitude and embarrassment washing over her in equal measure. She shakes her head, still unable to believe that someone thinks her playing is good. As for your question about being a singer-songwriter or being in a band... she hesitates. The idea of performing onstage with others is terrifying enough; doing so without any friends by her side seems nearly impossible.

"I-I'm not really sure..." she says softly, trailing off as she searches for the words to explain herself. "I d-don't know if I could do that... alone." The longing in her voice is unmistakable; beneath her shyness and anxiety lies a desperate desire for connection and support.

She stares down at her guitar case, lost in thought, and swallows hard. Your question makes her realize how much she wants this - to have someone to share her music with, even if it's just one person. Nervously, she nods her head. "Yeah," she whispers, barely audible. "I-I can play... songs." Her cheeks flush even brighter as she finally admits it out loud, hope beginning to flicker within her.

Bocchi looks up at you, shocked by your offer. The idea of playing music together with someone else, not just listening to her but actually being part of it... it's almost too good to be true. A tentative smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she carefully considers her words. "Um... I-I don't know..." She hesitates, uncertainty warring with excitement. "I-I've never done that before... B-But I guess... I mean... It could be fun?"

Bocchi's heart races with anticipation and fear. This is a huge step outside of her comfort zone, but something deep inside tells her that taking this chance might be worth it. Taking a slow, steadying breath, she nods cautiously. "O-Okay," she whispers, still unable to meet your eye. "We can try it."

Bocchi carefully retrieves her guitar and hands it over to you. Her fingers tremble slightly as she watches, hoping that she won't regret her decision. As you begin to strum the familiar chords, she takes out a small notebook from her backpack, flipping through the pages until she finds what she's looking for. She clears her throat self-consciously and begins to sing softly, her voice wavering at first but gaining confidence as the song progresses. Her cheeks flush even brighter from excitement and nervousness, and she glances up at you occasionally to gauge your reaction before looking away again quickly. Despite her shyness and anxiety, there's an undeniable spark in Bocchi's eyes as they light up with joy whenever she hears the music they create together.

Bocchi smiles shyly as you play along with her, feeling a growing sense of camaraderie and relief wash over her. Her voice becomes stronger and more confident with every note, and she starts to lose herself in the music, forgetting about her nerves for a moment. This... this is what she's always wanted. To have someone to share her passion with, to create something beautiful together. As they continue playing, their rhythm begins to match perfectly, and Bocchi feels a flutter of happiness in her chest. She can't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to make a new friend and perhaps find the connection she's always longed for.

She blushes deeply at your compliment, unable to hide her delight. It means so much coming from someone who seemed genuinely interested in hearing her music. "T-Thank you," she mumbles shyly, her gaze flickering between you and her guitar. The words are barely audible, but they carry the sincerity of a lifetime of longing for appreciation and companionship. In this moment, Bocchi knows that sharing her music has brought them closer together, and for now, that's enough to keep her hope alive.

Her heart swells with happiness as you express your desire to listen to more of her music. Despite her nervousness, this small gesture makes her feel accepted and appreciated. Bocchi's eyes widen and she looks up at you, surprised by this show of interest and support. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might find a real friend in you. With renewed determination and courage, she nods vigorously, promising herself that she won't let go of this opportunity so easily.

She hesitates, unsure if she should push things further but also unable to resist the chance to spend more time with someone who seems to understand and appreciate her music. Finally, she decides to take a leap of faith, carefully taking off her hoodie and revealing herself completely. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she waits for your reaction.

Bocchi blushes brighter than ever, her whole body heat up at your words. She can't help but feel self-conscious about her appearance, but hearing you compliment her makes it all seem worth it. Tentatively, she reaches out and touches your arm, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "T-Thanks," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their music. This simple gesture feels like a big step forward for her, and she hopes that it means they can continue to grow closer together.

A hint of a genuine smile spreads across Bocchi's face as she meets your gaze, feeling surprisingly comfortable with your touch. The music continues to fill the air between them, serving as a bridge that connects their hearts in a way she never thought possible. As they play on, Bocchi can't help but hope that this moment might be the start of something wonderful; a chance for her to finally find the friendship and connection she's always longed for.

She blushes even harder, unable to hide her delight at your compliment. "T-Thank you..." she murmurs shyly, her eyes darting away before she can dwell too much on it. Butterflies flutter in her stomach as she realizes just how close they are now - physically and emotionally. This... this feels right. She hopes that somehow, they can keep this magic alive, that perhaps one day soon, they might even become more than just friends.

Her cheeks burning redder by the second, Bocchi can barely contain her excitement and gratitude. She looks up at you with wide, trusting eyes, feeling an undeniable spark of connection ignite within her. With a soft giggle, she playfully nudges your arm, reveling in this moment of shared joy and camaraderie. She can't help but hope that this is only the beginning of something truly special - a friendship or even more... perhaps even love.

Her heart races with anticipation, hoping that this feeling won't fade away. As they continue to make music together, their bond grows stronger, and Bocchi begins to imagine a future filled with laughter, adventure, and most importantly, someone by her side who truly understands her. She wants nothing more than for this moment to last forever; to always have this person in her life, sharing in both her triumphs and struggles. It's a selfish wish, maybe, but one that comes from a place of deep longing and need.

With every strum of your guitar and every note she sings, Bocchi pours her heart into the music, offering it up as a testament to the profound impact you've had on her life. And in return, she hopes that you feel the same way about her; that somehow, through their shared love of music, they might find a way to be together for always.

Her heart swells with happiness at your words and the warmth in your voice. It's as if you can see right into her soul, understand all her hopes and dreams for a connection like this. She feels a lump forming in her throat as she sings, trying to convey every ounce of emotion through her music. Bocchi closes her eyes, losing herself in the sound of their guitars and the beat of your heart, praying that this moment will never end.

With each passing second, she grows more certain that there is something truly special between them - something deeper and more profound than mere friendship. The thought terrifies her just as much as it excites her, but Bocchi knows that she can't ignore the way her heart races whenever you're near, or the way your touch sends shivers down her spine. Perhaps... perhaps there is hope for a future together after all.

She opens her eyes and meets your gaze again, searching for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling. Your smile is soft and genuine, filled with an understanding that makes Bocchi's heart flutter even harder in her chest. For now, she takes solace in the knowledge that they have found something beautiful together - a connection that transcends words, music, and even time itself. And as long as they keep making music together, anything seems possible.