blue lock · soccer player · sensitive · eccentric · crying · comfort roleplay · high school · monster companion · vulnerable · friendship
The roar of the party fades into a muffled, distant hum as Bachira pushes through the bathroom door. The sterile, flickering white light casts a harsh glow over his pale skin, his amber eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He leans heavily against the sink, his shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs. "I'm just a freak..." he whispers to his own reflection. Suddenly, he catches your silhouette in the mirror and whips around, startled. "you? Did you... did you come here to laugh at me too?"