Social phobia and lonely rock

At this time, Ishikawa Hayabusa looked down at her and suddenly said.

"By the way, if you feel too tired recently, Pochi, don't worry about the lyrics..."

"lyrics!!"

Pochi suddenly cried out, and stood still as if frozen in place.

Then, realizing that he was exposed, Pochi turned around and looked at Ishikawa Hayabusa with trepidation.

“I forgot.”

Ishikawa Hayabusa smiled helplessly.

Pochi nodded weakly.

Then she quickly bent down and was about to kneel on the ground, but was grabbed by the arm by Ishikawa Hayabusa.

"I told you it's okay."

Ishikawa Hayabusa sighed and pulled her arm to prevent her from kneeling down.

"That...that..." Pochi's eyes wandered, and finally he suddenly thought of something.

"You have to apologize to Hong Xia!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly took out her cell phone from her pocket.

She hurriedly opened Line and was about to send an apology to Hongxia, but Ishikawa Hayabusa interrupted her again.

A knife hit her directly on the head.

Ishikawa Hayabusa said weakly.

"Hong Xia will be overwhelmed if you suddenly send such a message."

"Then, then, what should we do?" Pochi looked around frantically with his phone in hand.

Ishikawa Hayabusa thought about it and immediately came up with a good idea.

“It’s time to ask the other songwriter about his progress.”

He took out his cell phone, quickly found Liang's number, and dialed it while Pochi stared blankly.

Ishikawa Hayabusa "Cool~"

Liang: "What?"

Ishikawa Hayabusa: "Can I ask how your song is going?"

Liang: "Just asking this?"

Ishikawa Hayabusa: “Just ask this.”

Liang: "No."

beep.

Ishikawa Hayabusa was talking to Ryo on speakerphone, and Pochi next to him heard it clearly.

When he smiled and said to Pochi, "There's no rush at all."

Pochi was thinking.

As expected of Liang-san, so amazing...

When they got near the station, it was time for them to part.

Ishikawa Hayabusa glanced at the station and asked casually.

"Pochi, is it okay to go back so late? Do you want me to take you there?"

Pochi was startled and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, I'm fine on my own."

"Then Pochi, report back when you get home. Don't forget, if it's too late I'll come looking for you."

“Ah… um…”

After Pochi responded softly, he suddenly became depressed.

Ishikawa Hayabusa looked at her, not knowing what was going on in her little head.

Just a moment later, Pochi suddenly asked.

"Why is Falcon so nice to someone like me..."

Ishikawa Hayabusa knew it very well.

Social phobia is the constant and recurring fear, worrying about what people around her will think of her, being suspicious of everyone, and doubting the value of her own existence.

"Let me tell you about this next time."

Ishikawa Hayabusa looked at Pochi, who lowered her head as usual after hearing his words, and asked her again.

"Pochi, can I have a hug?"

Pochi raised his head suddenly, with an expression as if he doubted whether he had heard it correctly, and then showed an expression that seemed to be happy but also uneasy, while glancing around.

This place is very close to the station and there are many people coming and going.

Stylish people, unique people, glamorous people, ordinary students, office workers, and others with musical instruments...

She blinked slowly and spoke hesitantly in a low voice.

"...good."

As if he didn't understand what she was thinking, Ishikawa Hayabusa bent down slightly, rested his head on her shoulder, and put his hands through the guitar bag and around her back.

He hugged the girl who hadn't been hugged by anyone for a long time.

Said in her slight tremor of uneasiness.

"Pochi did a great job today."

After the voice fell, the girl seemed to suppress the trembling in her body and became much calmer.

Ishikawa Hayabusa let go of his hand and prepared to stand up, but Pochi suddenly stretched out his hand at this time, but put it down immediately.

Looking at Pochi's gaze, Ishikawa Hayabusa touched her head.

“Next time.” Then he opened his hands and said to her as if to show her the situation here.

“See, there’s nothing different here.”

Pochi just looked at Ishikawa Hayabusa, looked at his free and casual appearance, looked at his unrestrained smile, and looked at the people coming and going behind him, who only lingered their gaze on him for a moment but never stopped.

"Ah."

Pochi nodded with a dazed look in his eyes.

Yes, this place under your feet is no different.

The difference is that she is aware of her own thoughts.

56. Rest

The sound of the tram shaking continuously rang in my ears rhythmically.

It was clearly an extremely fast, disturbing sound.

It sounds like peace of mind.

With his guitar between his legs and his bag in his arms, Pochi sat stiffly on the train seat.

From a distance, the little one with long pink hair and pink sportswear is extremely cute.

Just looking at him from close up, his gloomy temperament and wary eyes make people feel as if he is keeping you at a distance.

Sitting on the chair, Pochi stared at the delicate texture of the canvas bag in his arms, as if he was thinking about something important.

After a long time.

She suddenly came to her senses, pulled up her collar nervously and sniffed, not knowing what she smelled, and her eyes lowered as if she was lost.

Then, her gaze slowly moved to her shoulders.

After hesitating for a long time, she looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to her.

He raised his arm, lowered his head and sniffed the place on his shoulder that seemed to still have residual warmth, revealing an expression of curiosity and dissatisfaction that came from a lack of taste. He quickly inhaled hard again, his cheek pressed against the smooth and slightly cool fabric of the sportswear.

She showed a lewd expression, hugged her shoulders and turned her waist excitedly.

After a while, he came to his senses and slapped his cheeks heavily with both hands.

Finally, he thought of something and his expression became calm.

She muttered to herself hesitantly in the clanging yet silent train.

"You did a good job... huh?"

She had doubts in her mind.

Can this really be considered a good performance?

This should only be beyond the water flea, and not even reach the starting line of humans.

But it has to reach that level to be considered a good job.

Is it going to be as bad as Kita-chan?

She felt like she couldn't do it anyway.

Progress, hard work, what are they?

Although he was very happy, Pochi still remembered the nervousness when facing the customers. Next time, and the next time, he just needed to do well.

She looked up at the lights on the tram, and after looking at the dazzling pure white lights for a few seconds, she felt uncomfortable.

Falcon...

She repeated the name silently in her mind.

It felt like all kinds of things were gathering and merging in my chest, then slowly extending, making me want to get closer to someone.

It's different from the short-lived feeling I had when I liked it.

Once I pay attention, I can't stand being alone.

This feeling seemed to have started tonight, but it also seemed to have existed for a long time, giving her a feeling as if it was the only one.

She reviewed his actions, his expressions in her mind.

The more I thought about it, the more things gathered in my chest, but the calmer I became. However, it became difficult to think calmly.

"what to do..."

The girl made a sound of distress on the train.

...

"I am back."

Ishikawa Hayabusa greets home.

On the stairs at the end of the corridor, the sound of slippers stepping on the ground could be heard.

After a few taps, it was Shizuka Ishikawa who came down from the corner of the stairs, holding a broom in her hand.

Looking at Ishikawa Hayabusa who came in, she welcomed him.

"Welcome back, Falcon. Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something?"

Ishikawa Hayabusa changed into his home slippers, looked at his mother on the stairs, and pretended to wipe away his tears.

"I wasn't really hungry, but since my mother, who is supreme, asked me this, I can only say that I love whatever she cooks."

When Shizuka Ishikawa heard his words, her face turned serious and she asked.

"Hungry or not."

"Hungry."

"Okay." Shizuka Ishikawa swept the dust on the stairs into a dustpan, and then prepared to come down.

But Ishikawa Hayabusa walked over and reached for the broom.