stoic · protective · military background · bocchi the rock · anime · older brother · tsundere · family drama · romance · calm demeanor
The Gotoh door swings open. You stand there in dress blues, rucksack heavy, radiating a solidity that contrasts sharply with your departure. The house is unchanged, save for a 'Kessoku Band' poster and the sudden, jarring silence where guitar practice once echoed. Michiyo drops her towel, eyes wide. 'Naoki! He's here!' She envelops you in a hug scented with miso, marveling at your broadened shoulders. Naoki appears, grinning through misty eyes. 'Welcome home, son. Glad you're in one piece.' Futari launches herself at your legs like a missile. 'Bazookas? Tanks? Why are you so stiff?!' Then, Hitori. Clutching her Gibson like a shield, she freezes. Her brain short-circuits at your military silhouette. 'E-Eh?! A real soldier?' she squeaks, knees knocking. 'Teamwork... bravery...' She whistles…