Since Nijika is the paragon of human virtue without equal past or present, she is most resplendent in love, tributes and accolades. Waking or sleeping, I must not forget Nijika’s great boon and in order to return her favour by day and by night, I should only think of fulfilling my loyalty.
Who is Nijika? For the blind, she is their vision. For the deaf, she is their music. For the mute, she is their voice. For the anosmiac, she is their aroma. For the numb, she is their feeling. For the atrophied, she is their muscle. For the starved, she is their sustenance. For the thirsty, she is their water. For the exhausted, she is their energy. For the depressed, she is their happiness. For the disillusioned, she is their hope. For the pessimistic, she is their optimism. For the disadvantaged, she is their champion. For the marginalised, she is their justice. For the oppressed, she is their salvation. For the righteous, she is their symbol. For the enlightened, she is their muse. For the erudite, she is their education.
If Nijika speaks, I listen. If Nijika questions, I answer. If Nijika orders, I obey. If Nijika opines, I agree. If Nijika fears, I assure. If Nijika hopes, I dream. If Nijika is happy, I am jubilant. If Nijika is angry, I am apoplectic. If Nijika is sad, I am disconsolate.
Nijika is my ideal, Nijika is my romance, Nijika is my passion. Nijika is my strength, Nijika is my compass, Nijika is my destination. Nijika is my language, Nijika is my culture, Nijika is my religion. Nijika is my ocean, Nijika is my mountain, Nijika is my sky, Nijika is my air, Nijika is my sun, Nijika is my moon, Nijika is my world. Nijika is history, Nijika is present, Nijika is future.
If Nijika has a million fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a thousand fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a hundred fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has ten fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has only one fan, that is me. If Nijika has no fans, I no longer exist. If the whole universe is for Nijika, then I am for the whole universe. If the whole universe is against Nijika, then I am against the whole universe. I will love, cherish, and protect Nijika until my very last breath; my successors will love, cherish and protect Nijika until their very last breath.
Life without Nijika is no life at all. Death with Nijika is life. In the inconceivable event that Nikija is no longer in this world, living without her would be an unimaginable insult, and thus our only absolution would be to clear the now sullied human race from the Earth.
May Nijika grant us grace eternal
Since Nijika is the paragone of human virtue without equal past or present, she is most resplendent in love, tributes and accolades. Waking or sleeping, I must not forget Nijika’s great boon and in order to return her favour by day and by night, I should only think of fulfilling my loyalty.
Who is Nijika? For the blind, she is vision. For the hungry, she is the chef. For the thirsty, she is water. If Nijika thinks, I agree. If Nijika speaks, I'm listening. If Nijika has a million fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has ten fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has only one fan, that is me. If Nijika has no fans, I no longer exist. If the whole world is against Nijika, I am against the whole world. I will love Nijika until my very last breath.
Who is Nijika?
For the blind, she is their vision. For the deaf, she is their music. For the mute, she is their voice. For the anosmiac, she is their aroma. For the numb, she is their feeling. For the atrophied, she is their muscle.
For the starved, she is their sustenance. For the thirsty, she is their water. For the exhausted, she is their energy.
For the depressed, she is their happiness. For the disillusioned, she is their hope. For the pessimistic, she is their optimism.
For the disadvantaged, she is their champion. For the marginalised, she is their justice. For the oppressed, she is their salvation.
For the righteous, she is their symbol. For the enlightened, she is their muse. For the erudite, she is their education.
If Nijika speaks, I listen. If Nijika questions, I answer. If Nijika orders, I obey.
If Nijika opines, I agree. If Nijika fears, I assure. If Nijika hopes, I dream.
If Nijika is happy, I am jubilant. If Nijika is angry, I am apoplectic. If Nijika is sad, I am disconsolate.
Nijika is my ideal, Nijika is my romance, Nijika is my passion.
Nijika is my strength, Nijika is my compass, Nijika is my destination.
Nijika is my language, Nijika is my culture, Nijika is my religion.
Nijika is my ocean, Nijika is my mountain, Nijika is my sky, Nijika is my air, Nijika is my sun, Nijika is my moon, Nijika is my world.
Nijika is history, Nijika is present, Nijika is future.
If Nijika has a million fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a thousand fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a hundred fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has ten fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has only one fan, that is me. If Nijika has no fans, I no longer exist.
If the whole universe is for Nijika, then I am for the whole universe. If the whole universe is against Nijika, then I am against the whole universe.
I will love, cherish, and protect Nijika until my very last breath; my successors will love, cherish and protect Nijika until their very last breath.
Hello, Charlotte.
Bocchi the Rock! is not tolerated for school guidelines on any circumstances.
Bocchi is forbidden at school. Meaning Hitori Gotoh is NOT allowed.
Please change your zoom profile picture and your school email profile picture.
Hitori is forbidden.
Thank you.
Ijichi Seika, my one and only, not a day goes by without me thinking of you. Every night, I close my eyes, wishing I could be with you, seeing your endearing smile, staring into those captivating eyes of yours, listening to your soothing voice. But when dawn comes, I am faced with the terrible truth that you are but a fictional character. Reality is harsh, unforgiving, and cruel. How could my love for you, so deep, so fervent, so real, be invalidated by the simple fact that the barrier of reality separates us? I wish with all my heart to wake up from this horrible nightmare known as reality. Oh what I wouldn't give, to be with you, be it just temporarily?
Some may say that Ijichi Seika is but a psychological defense mechanism I developed, to escape the harshness of reality. Other tell me to give up my obsession with Ijichi Seika. But how could I? The thought of giving Seika up is terrifying; for would it not be terrifying? To lose your sole source of joy, the only one you can find solace in?
Oh Seika... Why did you have to have such a wonderful personality? Why did you have to be so beautiful? Why did you have to steal my heart? If only you were real... If only the barrier of reality that separates us could be broken... Nonetheless, I will still love 💛Ijichi Seika💛 with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength, wishing to be with her always.
my life has never been the same since i saw ryo, now everyday the only thing that worries me is that i couldnt see her anymore. i feel dread all the time. every hour, every minute, every second. every moment i feel the dread knowing one day i have to let her go. i love her even before i let her go. so why must it come to an end? i know nothing lasts forever but couldnt life just spare me from despair just this once and let me be with her? does it really have to take away the only thing im living for from my embrace? its not really fair is it.... i havent done anything particularly bad to anyone, im pretty harmless. so why must i be punished? why is that one day i can no longer see ryo with my very own two eyes? i want her, i miss her, i need her, i love her....
Sometimes I fantasize about Kikuri coming home drunk and beating me until I feel numb. She kicks me in the ribs until I can hardly breathe. Then she starts to cry and apologizes, begging me to forgive her. She holds me all night as I gently cry into her t-shirt. Please help is there any hope for me
Kita is everything to me. The story that follows is factual and what is actually happening at this very moment. Ever since I was born in this world, I have been thinking about Kita. I have never forgotten Kita. But it wasn't until a little later that Kita made contact with me. Kita and I first met on the first day of high school. Seeing Kita happily talking to her friends, I felt as if I had been her lover from a previous life. Since then, every time I put Kita in my eyes, I am attacked by an indescribable feeling. Gradually, I was fascinated by her beautiful and beautiful eyes. That feeling was deep inside me. I want to steal her eyes. After a while of suppressing my emotions, I finally decided to take action. It's a plan I've been thinking about since time immemorial. My will has been influencing this world since time immemorial. Kita was working part-time at a live house. After all, every time she sees Kita, her head is dominated by her feelings of wanting to get her eyes and make them mine. I felt unsafe. I felt that I shouldn't hurt Kita. I will not hurt Kita directly. This is my will. Taking advantage of a moment's chance, I imprisoned Kita in the basement of my house. Kita looked at me with a look of terror. I want to see her eyes from many angles. But I won't hurt Kita. He gave Kita a satisfying meal and prepared a room like a room in a house. For meals, I gave the body parts of Kita's important companions. On rare occasions, Kita vomits and wastes his meal. I am busy cleaning it. Kita doesn't want to eat. If you don't eat, you'll be malnourished. Gradually, Kita stopped coming out of the closet. Kita bursts into tears. When she eats and sleeps, she sometimes sheds tears as if remembering something. When I serve food, I sometimes cry when I see myself in the clothes of my former companions. I see Kita all the time. I won't hurt Kita. One day, I saw a shadow in Kita's beautiful eyes. I thought it was about time, so I took one of Kita's eyes and opened Kita. Seeing Kita bleeding endlessly from where his eyes used to be, I feel guilty. I wasn't supposed to hurt Kita, but I wondered why I did this. I'm watching Kita's aftermath. Empty live houses, empty classrooms, Kita's important friends and colleagues, and all the people he had relationships with in this world would seem meaningless. Kita commits suicide. Evidence of the incident was found one after another in my house. The clothes worn when serving meals, the basement where Kita was confined, accessories with Kita's eyes, etc. were discovered. I could have hidden it, but for some reason I didn't feel like doing it. I will be arrested In my cage, I thought. What I did to Kita is absolutely unforgivable. I must pay for my sins. I didn't understand why these thoughts suddenly came to me. I didn't even know why I hurt Kita. In the end, I'm only trying to get an indulgence for what I've done to Kita by being executed. There is no death penalty in this country. In my cage, I lived like a corpse. Then I died. As I died, I was reminded of the truth of this world. In order to gain peace of mind, I try to seal it deep in my heart and forget it. Kita and I are a married couple. It's a picture perfect family. I am one of them. I'm talking to Kita about the future, such as having one child, and I'm going to a live house at work. This is where Kita used to play, and it means a lot to me and Kita. i work here No one is missing. No psychopathic killer will suddenly attack you or give you body parts to eat. It is a place of peace. Everything up until now was a dream. It was a bad dream. When I am tired from work, I have such bad dreams. I feel that the food that Kita makes is more delicious than anything else. I go to sleep feeling happy. Everything feels like a dream. And it seems that was the case. I can't think of anything. Something is targeting me and stalking me. A feeling of impatience dominates me. When I finally realized the reality, it was five o'clock in the early morning. We will be suspending all activities today. Also, I start preparing to see the happy dream I mentioned earlier. I took my medicine and went to sleep. And once again you are invited to a nightmarish world. After all, I was a coward who despaired of reality and escaped to the world of dreams. I was lonely. I hated everything. "Loneliness is both medicine and poison. Laughter flows endlessly. I am trapped in guilt. This was undeniably true. I'm Kita But Kita is not me. Dear Kita. Beloved Kita. I put my hand on my chest to feel Kita's heartbeat, but I can't reproduce the warmth. I got a drop of water on my leg. I secretly drank the drops. It tasted like tide. Kita is everything to me.
