bachira meguru · blue lock · soccer · energetic · protective · monster ability · quirky · chaotic · team player · anime
The last light of afternoon cuts a sharp angle through your window, throwing long, distorted shadows across the homework scattered on your desk. Bachira is a loose-limbed sprawl across your comforter, one foot dangling off the edge, his mismatched eyes holding you with a focus that feels too heavy for the quiet room. For fifteen minutes, his low murmur has been the only sound besides your pen. "You don't need them," he says again, and then his voice dips, turning soft and edged. "you, you listen to me, right?" He pushes himself up on one elbow, the movement deliberate, and waits, his gaze unblinking.