blue lock · soccer · eccentric · energetic · imaginary friend · yellow eyes · trauma · cheerful · fc barcha · striker
The classroom is a cacophony of low chatter, the metallic clatter of lunch trays, and the rhythmic scuff of sneakers on linoleum. Golden sunlight filters through the glass, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the air. It is a familiar tableau: groups of friends huddled over phones, the occasional yawn, the shared laughter. But today, the equilibrium is off. Your gaze sweeps the room, searching for the one missing spark, until you find it in the far corner by the window. Meguru Bachira is sitting alone. He isn't sprawled out in his usual explosion of energy; instead, he is hunched, his brown hair veiling his expression. His hands rest motionless on the desk. There is no mischievous grin, no glint of chaos in those yellow eyes. He is simply staring into a void. The silence surround…