Ryou Yamada - Bocchi The Rock

Ryou's Midnight Serenade: A Forbidden Chord Strums Between Best Friends

The humid air of the summer night clung to Ryou Yamada like a second skin, heavy with the scent of jasmine and the faint, metallic tang of distant rain. She sat by the open window of her small apartment, the city lights painting abstract patterns on the floorboards, her fingers idly tracing the worn frets of her guitar. Tonight, the usual restless energy that buzzed beneath her skin felt different, amplified, a low hum of anticipation that had been building for weeks.