(A/N: Just gotta let you all know that Ryo Yamada, Kita Ikuyo, and Hitori "Bocchi" Gotoh don't exist in this one shot, including the other characters from Bocchi the Rock. Just you and Nijika only. Also, this one-shot contains ChatGPT stuff 'cause I couldn't think creatively with this one since I haven't been uploading this book, my apologies.)

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-No One's P.O.V-

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the quiet neighborhood, Nijika Ijichi stood outside (Y/N) (L/N)'s house, her heart heavy with frustration and hurt. She had come over, as she often did, eager to spend time with her childhood friend, to share stories and laughter as they had done so many times before.

But today was different. Today, Nijika was determined to push (Y/N) out of his comfort zone, to encourage him to join her in some of her more adventurous pursuits. She had always admired his intelligence and dedication, but she also knew that he tended to shy away from new experiences, preferring the familiar comforts of home.

"(Y/N), come on! Let's go for a walk in the park. It's such a beautiful day outside," Nijika urged, her voice tinged with excitement.

(Y/N) glanced up from his book, a slight frown marring his features. "I appreciate the offer, Nijika, but I'm really engrossed in this chapter. Maybe later?"

Nijika's smile faltered slightly, but she was undeterred. "Alright, how about we try that new café that opened downtown? I heard they have the best strawberry shortcake."

(Y/N) shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "As tempting as that sounds, I think I'll pass. I'm not really in the mood for crowds today."

This back-and-forth continued for some time, Nijika persisting with her suggestions, and (Y/N) politely declining each one. But with each refusal, Nijika's frustration grew, a simmering anger building within her.

"Why are you always like this, (Y/N)? Can't you just once step out of your comfort zone and try something new?" Nijika's tone was sharper now, her patience wearing thin.

(Y/N) looked up, surprised by the sudden change in her demeanor. "Nijika, I'm sorry if I've upset you, but you know I'm not comfortable with spontaneity. I just prefer to plan things out beforehand."

Nijika's frustration boiled over, her pent-up emotions spilling out in a rush of words. "You're always like this, (Y/N)! You never want to do anything fun or exciting. It's like you're afraid to live a little!"

(Y/N) was taken aback, hurt flashing in his eyes. "That's not fair, Nijika. I value our friendship, but I can't change who I am just to please you."

As the argument escalated, (Y/N) tried to calm Nijika down, his voice gentle but firm. "Nijika, please, let's not argue. We've never fought like this before. You're the epitome of kindness, and I cherish our friendship. Can't we just talk about this calmly?"

But Nijika was beyond reason, her emotions clouding her judgment. In a moment of blind rage, she raised her hand and slapped (Y/N) across the face, the sound echoing in the silence that followed.

(Y/N) recoiled, a hand coming up to touch his stinging cheek, shock, and disbelief written across his features. He looked at Nijika, his eyes betraying a hurt deeper than any physical pain.

"Nijika, why?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

Realization dawned on Nijika, her anger dissipating in an instant, replaced by overwhelming guilt and regret. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I didn't mean to... I..."

But (Y/N) had already turned away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he stormed out of his house, leaving Nijika standing alone, tears streaming down her face, knowing that she had just lost the most precious thing in her life.

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As Nijika stood alone in front of (Y/N) (L/N)'s house, the weight of her actions bearing down on her, she knew she had to find him and make things right. Despite not knowing where he could be, she set off determinedly, calling out his name into the quiet streets, her voice laced with desperation.

"(Y/N)! Please, I'm so sorry! Please come back!" Nijika's voice echoed off the buildings, but there was no response, only the eerie silence of the evening.

As she turned a corner, her heart skipped a beat as she noticed a commotion up ahead. Pushing through the crowd, her worst fears were realized as she saw the scene before her—a mangled car, paramedics rushing to and fro, and in the midst of it all, (Y/N)'s lifeless body lying on the ground, his appearance marred by the accident.

Nijika's world shattered at that moment, the reality of what had happened crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She fell to her knees, her hands covering her mouth as she let out a heart-wrenching cry of anguish and disbelief.

"No, no, no... this can't be happening," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Ignoring the protests of the authorities, Nijika crawled forward, her eyes fixed on (Y/N)'s motionless form. She reached out a trembling hand, wanting nothing more than to touch him, to feel that he was still there, still alive.

But she was stopped, a firm hand on her shoulder preventing her from getting any closer. "I'm sorry, miss, but you can't be here," a paramedic said gently, trying to guide her away from the scene.

Nijika fought against them, her tears flowing freely now. "Please, let me just... I need to tell him... I need to apologize..."

The reality of what had transpired hit her with full force, and she collapsed onto the pavement, her sobs echoing through the night as she profusely apologized to (Y/N)'s lifeless body, her heart breaking with every word.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Please, please forgive me..."

-Time Skip-

As the days passed after the tragic death of (Y/N) (L/N), Nijika Ijichi tried her best to return to her usual routine, putting on a brave face for the world outside. She wore her school uniform with a forced smile, her heart heavy with grief that threatened to consume her.

"Good morning, everyone!" Nijika greeted her family cheerfully as she finished her breakfast, her voice bright and cheerful despite the turmoil raging within her.

Her family exchanged worried glances, their hearts aching for their daughter's pain. They knew she was struggling to cope with (Y/N)'s death, but they felt powerless to help her.

"Take care, Nijika," her mother said softly, her eyes filled with concern.

Nijika nodded, her smile faltering slightly as she stepped out of the door and onto the familiar path to school. Unbeknownst to her, a figure walked beside her, matching her steps with an air of familiarity.

"Hey, Nijika, what's up?" (Y/N) (L/N) said casually, his voice calm and familiar.

Nijika's eyes widened in surprise, a genuine smile spreading across her face as she turned to him. "Oh, hey, (Y/N)! I'm just heading to school. Did you finish that book you were reading?"

The people passing by watched with varying expressions—some confused, others sympathetic—as Nijika carried on a one-sided conversation with empty air beside her. They could see the pain in her eyes, and the desperation in her voice, but they were powerless to intervene.

"Nijika, who are you talking to?" a concerned classmate asked gently as they walked alongside her.

Nijika glanced at them, her smile faltering for a moment before plastering it back on. "Oh, just (Y/N). He's keeping me company on the way to school."

The classmate exchanged a knowing glance with their friends, realizing the depth of Nijika's grief and the delusion she had fallen into. They wanted to help her, to offer her comfort and support, but they knew that some wounds ran too deep to heal.

And so, Nijika continued on her way, her footsteps echoing in the silence of her delusion, her (Y/N) by her side, a figment of her fractured mind.

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On a certain day, the rain fell softly around Nijika Ijichi as she stood in front of a secluded place, the quiet surroundings providing a comforting backdrop to her thoughts. She clutched an umbrella tightly in her hand, the clouds blocking out the sun and casting a somber atmosphere over the scene.

To her surprise, (Y/N) (L/N) stood before her, a dry smirk playing on his lips as he regarded her with amusement. His presence was both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the bond they once shared.

"Hey there, Nijika," (Y/N) said, his voice calm and familiar. "Do you remember that I existed? That I stood next to you like this?"

Nijika's smile wavered slightly, a flicker of sadness crossing her features. "Of course I do, (Y/N). You've always been by my side, through thick and thin."

From an outsider's perspective, it appeared as though Nijika was speaking to thin air, lost in her delusion once again. But in reality, (Y/N) stood before her as a ghostly apparition, his presence a haunting reminder of the tragedy that had befallen them.

As Nijika continued to converse with (Y/N), her heart heavy with grief and longing, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her. Deep down, she knew that (Y/N) was no longer alive, that she had attended his funeral just a few days ago after their heated argument led to his untimely demise.

And then, as if to confirm her fears, Nijika's gaze fell upon the object that stood before her—a weathered tombstone, bearing (Y/N) (L/N)'s name etched into its surface. Reality crashed down upon her with brutal force, the weight of her grief threatening to crush her spirit.

Tears welled up in Nijika's eyes as she reached out a trembling hand, tracing the letters of (Y/N)'s name with aching tenderness. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I never got the chance to apologize, to make things right... Please forgive me."

But (Y/N) remained silent, his expression frozen in an eternal smirk, a silent witness to the tragedy that had torn them apart. As the rain continued to fall, Nijika stood before his grave, her heart heavy with regret and sorrow, knowing that she would carry the burden of his loss for the rest of her days.

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As Nijika Ijichi sat alone at her desk in Shimokitazawa High School, the familiar surroundings serving as a bittersweet reminder of happier times, she found herself lost in a sea of memories. In front of her, a flower pot adorned with a vibrant red rose stood in place of (Y/N), its petals in full bloom, a stark contrast to the emptiness that now filled the space.

With a heavy heart, Nijika reached for the assortment of snacks laid out before her—(Y/N)'s favorite foods that she had gathered in a futile attempt to feel closer to him once more. A single slice of pizza, a comforting indulgence reminiscent of their shared meals. The usual potato chips, their familiar crunch a reminder of simpler days.

As she took a bite of the pizza, tears welled up in Nijika's eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. The taste was bittersweet, each morsel a painful reminder of the void left by (Y/N)'s absence.

Lost in her grief, Nijika failed to notice the concerned glances of her classmates, their whispers of worry barely registering in her mind. But when one of them finally called out to her, their voice cutting through the haze of her sorrow, she was jolted back to reality.

"Nijika, are you okay?" the classmate asked gently, their expression filled with genuine concern.

Nijika blinked back tears, her gaze shifting from the flower pot to her classmate's face. For a moment, she struggled to find her voice, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her once more.

"I... I'm fine," she managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... missing someone, that's all."

Her classmate nodded understandingly, their eyes filled with sympathy. "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you," they offered, reaching out a comforting hand.

Nijika forced a small smile, grateful for the gesture of kindness. "Thank you," she murmured, the weight of her grief momentarily eased by the warmth of her classmate's compassion.

And as the school day carried on, Nijika found solace in the simple act of sharing her burden with someone who cared, knowing that she didn't have to face her pain alone.

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Nijika sat alone in her dimly lit bedroom, the weight of her grief pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. She clutched onto the memory of (Y/N) (L/N) like a lifeline, desperate to hold onto the illusion that he was still with her, just out of reach. The walls around her felt suffocating, closing in as she wrestled with her conflicting emotions.

"Maybe... maybe I should join you," she whispered to the empty room, her voice barely audible above the sound of her breathing. The thought of being reunited with (Y/N) in death offered a fleeting sense of comfort, a way to escape the pain of her loss.

But just as she was about to succumb to the darkness creeping into her mind, her phone rang, piercing the silence like a sharp blade. Startled, Nijika looked down at the device in her hand, her breath catching in her throat. It was a set-time alarm, a reminder she had set long ago.

As she unlocked her phone, her heart skipped a beat at the wallpaper that greeted her. It was a picture of (Y/N) himself, looking back at her through the camera with a faint smirk on his face. He was sitting on his pillow, surrounded by video game controllers, lost in the world of his favorite game.

The image was a stark reminder of the vibrant, living person (Y/N) had been, a stark contrast to the lifeless stone that marked his final resting place. It was as if he was telling her, even from beyond the grave, that he was still here, still a part of her world, if only in memory.

With a trembling hand, she reached out and turned off the alarm, the sound fading into the silence of the room.

-A Couple of Minutes Later-

As the rain pattered softly against the windowpane, Nijika found herself standing in the familiar confines of (Y/N) (L/N)'s bedroom. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, casting long shadows across the walls as memories of happier times danced through her mind.

She glanced around the room, her heart aching at the sight of the empty spaces that once held the presence of her dear friend. But in the quiet solitude of the room, she could almost feel his presence lingering, a comforting presence that wrapped around her like a warm embrace.

"Hey, (Y/N)," she whispered into the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's me, Nijika. I'm here."

And as if in response to her words, the room seemed to come alive with the echoes of (Y/N)'s familiar voice, the sound of his laughter filling the air. She could almost see him sitting in his usual spots, lost in the world of his favorite video games, his lazy yet endearing demeanor on full display.

She watched as he lounged in his chair, his gaze fixed on the screen as he battled virtual foes with ease. She saw him sprawled out on his bed, lost in thought as he contemplated the mysteries of the universe. And she saw him standing by the window, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the rain as he stared out into the night.

The voices she heard were the ones she remembered so well, the ones that had kept her company through countless nights of laughter and tears. They were the voices of a friend, a confidant, a kindred spirit who had left an indelible mark on her heart.

And as Nijika stood in the quiet solitude of (Y/N)'s room, surrounded by memories of a love that transcended time and space, she knew that no matter where life took her, he would always be with her, a guiding light in the darkness, a reminder of the beauty and fragility of life itself.

Nijika lowered herself onto (Y/N)'s neatly made bed, the soft fabric of the sheets offering a small measure of comfort amidst the overwhelming sense of loss that threatened to consume her. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"If only I could fall asleep and wake up in my old reality," she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "If only I could see (Y/N) again, even if it's just for a moment."

As if in response to her desperate plea, the air around her seemed to shimmer and shift, and suddenly, she saw him. (Y/N), lying on his side, his face peaceful in slumber, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. It was an illusion, she knew, a figment of her imagination born from the depths of her grief. But for a fleeting moment, it felt real, and she clung to it with all her might.

"He was here," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "And now he's gone. There's no middle ground, no in-between. He's just... gone."

Tears welled up in Nijika's eyes as she watched the illusion of (Y/N) fade away, leaving behind nothing but the empty space of the room. She knew that she would never see him again, except in memory, a ghostly presence that haunted her every waking moment.

And as she lay there in the quiet solitude of (Y/N)'s bedroom, surrounded by the echoes of a love that once was, she made a silent vow to cherish every precious memory, to hold onto them with all her heart, for they were all she had left of the friend she had lost.

Nijika's eyelids grew heavy as she drifted into a fitful slumber, the weight of her grief finally overtaking her exhausted body. She was on the cusp of oblivion when she heard a faint voice calling out to her, pulling her back from the depths of sleep.

"Wake up, Nijika," the voice urged, gentle yet insistent.

With a start, Nijika jolted awake, her surroundings shifting and morphing into something altogether unfamiliar. She found herself in a dark living room, the glow of the television casting eerie shadows across the walls. The movie playing on the screen was paused, frozen in time.

Confusion swirled in Nijika's mind as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Was this a dream? A hallucination brought on by grief? She couldn't be sure.

And then she heard it. Her name, whispered on the edge of consciousness, drawing her gaze to her left where (Y/N) (L/N) stood, his familiar face bathed in the soft light of the television.

Nijika's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with him, her breath catching in her throat. Was it really him? Or was she imagining things?

"(Y/N)?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... how?"

(Y/N) looked at her with mild confusion, his brow furrowing in concern. "Nijika, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

And then, without warning, the floodgates of Nijika's emotions burst open, tears streaming down her cheeks as she buried her face in (Y/N)'s chest. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm sorry for everything."

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close in a comforting embrace. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I don't know what's going on, but it's okay. Just... breathe."

And so, Nijika clung to (Y/N) as if he was the only anchor keeping her tethered to reality, her tears a silent testament to the pain and regret that weighed heavy on her heart.

Nijika's tears slowly subsided, leaving her feeling emotionally drained but strangely lighter. She pulled away from (Y/N)'s embrace, wiping away the remnants of her tears as she tried to compose herself.

(Y/N) looked at her with concern, his eyes searching her face for answers. "Nijika, why were you crying?" he asked, his voice soft.

Nijika hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. She knew she couldn't tell him the truth about their argument, about the tragedy that had torn them apart. So, she took a deep breath and decided to tell a white lie.

"It was just a bad dream," she said, forcing a smile. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

(Y/N) nodded understandingly, though the confusion lingered in his eyes. "It's okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

Before Nijika could respond, she found herself blurting out a question that had been weighing on her mind. "If we were to argue, would you forgive me? Would you still be my friend?"

(Y/N) looked taken aback by the sudden question, his brow furrowing in confusion. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed softly.

"Nijika, we've been friends for so long," he began, his voice gentle. "And I know we might not always see eye to eye, but I'm not the type of guy who holds grudges. If we were to argue, I might need some time to cool off, but I would never hold hard feelings toward you. You're too important to me for that."

Nijika felt a wave of relief wash over her at his words. She had been carrying the weight of her guilt for so long, fearing that she had lost his friendship forever. But hearing him say that he would forgive her, that their bond was stronger than any argument, filled her with a sense of hope.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm so grateful to have you as my friend."

And as they settled back to watch the movie they had started, Nijika couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay between them, that their friendship would endure, no matter what challenges they faced.

https://youtu.be/_lVBV-JQhNY

As Nijika drifted into a peaceful slumber on (Y/N)'s shoulder, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her. His arm around her felt like a warm embrace, offering solace and comfort in the darkness of the night. The weight of her grief seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of calm and serenity.

Birds are born with no shackles
Then what fetters my fate?
Blown away, the white petals
Leave me trapped in the cage

But just as she was on the brink of sleep, a surge of courage welled up inside her, pushing her to speak the words she had been holding back for so long.

"I love you, (Y/N)," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

(Y/N) stiffened slightly at her confession, surprise flickering across his features. But then, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he tightened his embrace around her.

The endless isolation
Can wear down my illusion
Someday, I'll make a dream unchained

"I love you too, Nijika," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

And in that moment, as they sat together in the quiet of the night, surrounded by the echoes of their shared dreams and memories, Nijika felt like she was finally home.

But then, suddenly, she woke up, her heart pounding in her chest as she found herself lying in (Y/N)'s bedroom once more. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, disappointment flooding through her veins as she realized that it had all been a dream.

Let my heart bravely spread the wings
Soaring past the night, to trace the primal light
Let the clouds heal me of the stains
Gently wipe the sorrow of my life
I dream

Tears welled up in her eyes as she mourned the loss of the fleeting happiness she had experienced in her dreams. But even as the tears fell, she couldn't shake the feeling of peace that washed over her.

Because even though it had only been a dream, the knowledge that (Y/N) would forgive her, that their bond was unbreakable, filled her with a sense of hope and healing.

And as she lay there in the quiet of the night, surrounded by the echoes of her dreams, Nijika knew that she would carry that hope with her, a beacon of light to guide her through the darkness of her grief.

What is meant by miraclе?
A word outside my days
Once again, with the bubblеs
But how could I escape?

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No further hesitation
On those unanswered questions
So now, I'll make a dream unchained

As Nijika prepared herself for another day at school, she couldn't shake the feeling of peace and closure that had settled over her. The weight of her grief still lingered, but it no longer felt like a suffocating burden, weighing her down with every step.

"If anyone saw me like this, they'd probably be disappointed," she thought to herself, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But my family and those who care about me know what I've been through. I can't keep allowing myself to drown in sorrow."

Let my heart bravely spread the wings
Soaring past the night, to trace the primal light
Let the clouds heal me of the stains
Gently wipe the sorrow of my life
I dream

With a determined resolve, Nijika straightened her shoulders and squared her jaw. She knew that she couldn't change the past, couldn't undo the mistakes she had made. But she could choose how to move forward, how to honor the memory of (Y/N) in the best way possible.

"I swore that I would make myself happy," she whispered to herself, her voice filled with determination. "I won't let (Y/N) down anymore. I'll live my life to the fullest, for both of us."

Let my heart bravely spread the wings
Soaring past the night, to trace the primal light
Let the clouds heal me of the stains
Gently wipe the sorrow of my life
I dream

As she spoke those words, Nijika felt a sense of peace wash over her, a calm certainty that she was on the right path. And when she turned to look back one last time, she saw (Y/N) standing there in the distance, his smile bright and reassuring.

But before she could reach out to him, he vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving behind nothing but the memory of his presence.

With a bittersweet smile, Nijika lifted her gaze to the heavens above, her heart filled with a quiet resolve.

"I'll see you again someday, (Y/N)," she said, her voice filled with love and longing. "But until then, I'll keep living my life to the fullest. And I promise, I won't keep you waiting too long."

With those words, Nijika stepped out into the world, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that she carried (Y/N)'s memory with her, a guiding light in her journey toward healing and happiness.

I dream

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