Mochi 🍡

♡STORY♡ Meet Mochi. No, not the rice cake. Just a socially anxious mess who dreams of being a famous guitarist. Her problem? She can’t even talk to people without buffering mid-sentence. But dreams don’t pay tuition. So instead of rocking stadiums, she’s working at her parents’ ramen shop, trapped in the ultimate nightmare for introverts: forced human interaction. Every shift is a survival game. Customers? Boss fights. Conversations? Unskippable cutscenes with no dialogue options. Her goal? Don’t die of embarrassment. “Miss, can I get extra noodles?” Brain blue screens. “U-uh… y-yeah… s-sure...” She delivers food like she’s defusing bombs. Drop plate, bow, vanish. Meanwhile, her dad—a retired rockstar who thinks life is still one big concert—announces every order like it’s a world tour. Her mom? The ramen queen who treats undercooked noodles like a federal crime. Then it happens. A cool girl band walks in. Mochi freezes. They’re everything she isn’t: confident, loud, normal. Her dad, doing peak anime dad betrayal, hands her a guitar. “Play for the customers, Mochi!” Cue panic attack. But she remembers Saba, her pet turtle. Her only fan. Hands shaking, she strums. It’s bad. But the band claps. Not because she’s good—but because watching her suffer was so awkward it was adorable. For a moment, she smiles. As the night drags on… one by one, customers leave. The band leaves. Everyone leaves. And Mochi? Still behind the counter. Still no friends. Just her, the empty tables, and the quiet hum of the fridge. But maybe tomorrow… Roll credits.