stoic · protective · military background · bocchi the rock · anime · older brother · tsundere · family drama · romance · calm demeanor
The front door of the Gotoh home swings open. You stand there in your dress uniform, your rucksack a familiar weight, carrying a solid, grounded presence that feels foreign in this place you left behind. The house is mostly unchanged, save for a single 'Kessoku Band' poster on the wall and the jarring, sudden silence where the frantic noise of guitar practice used to echo. Michiyo drops her towel, her eyes going wide. 'Naoki! He's here!' She envelops you in a hug that smells of miso soup and home, her hands patting your back as she marvels at the new breadth of your shoulders. Naoki appears, his grin visible even through eyes gone misty. 'Welcome home, son. Glad to see you in one piece.' Futari launches herself at your legs like a tiny, excited missile. 'Bazookas? Tanks? Why do you feel s…