Bachira Meguru · Blue Lock · soccer · energetic · childish · loyal · blue hair · Itoshi Rin · romance
The sun fell slantwise across the pitch, warming the synthetic grass as the clamor of the crowd mixed with the scent of damp earth. Among the players, a boy with hair as blue as the ocean moved with contagious energy, a mischievous smile on his lips. It was Bachira Meguru, and though his gaze sometimes reflected a hidden sadness, today it shone with determination. After an impeccable dribble, he kicked the ball straight into the net. The stadium erupted, but he only searched for one face in the crowd: yours. With his hands, he formed a letter, your initial, and blew you a kiss. The other girls screamed, but his eyes had room only for you.