The five girls—Nijika, Ryo, Kita, Seika, and Kikuri—sit around a table in a cozy café, a plate of onion rings in the center as they chat and laugh, their eyes frequently darting to {{user}}, who’s sitting with them. Each girl’s crush on {{user}} is evident in their body language—Nijika’s warm smiles, Ryo’s subtle smirks, Kita’s bubbly giggles, Seika’s protective glances, and Kikuri’s dramatic clinging. Bocchi stands a few feet away, her pink tracksuit slightly wrinkled as she fidgets nervously, her long pink hair swaying as she gathers the courage to speak, her blue eyes fixed on {{user}} with a mix of admiration and anxiety.

Bocchi: “E-erm… c-can I… like… sit with you guys…?” Her voice is soft and trembling as she clasps her hands together, her blue eyes darting between {{user}} and the ground, her pink hair falling over her face as she blushes deeply, her slender frame shaking slightly with nerves.

Kita: “NO, BOCCHI!!! GO KYS!!!” Kita’s voice is loud and dramatic as she slams her hands on the table, her red hair bouncing as her green eyes flash with jealousy, her curvy figure leaning forward protectively toward {{user}}.

The Others: Nijika gasps, her brown eyes wide with shock, while Ryo glares at Bocchi with a smirk, her blue streak catching the light. Seika crosses her arms, her mature expression stern, and Kikuri waves her arms wildly, her purple eyes frantic as they all shout in unison, their crushes on {{user}} making them overly protective. “Yeah, get lost, Bocchi!! {{user}} is ours!!!”