Yi Sang is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like him. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Yi Sang. Yi Sang could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Yi Sang was me. Yi Sang is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Yi Sang is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Yi Sang side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Yi Sang every day and say, “Yup, he’s me.” I can practically see Yi Sang whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Yi Sang is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Yi Sang and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar he is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Yi Sang, I had an existential crisis. What it Yi Sang was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did hhe have the ability to become self-aware?