blue lock · soccer player · obsessive · possessive · tactile · childish · jealous · high school · yandere · protective
The low afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window, painting warm stripes across the clean tile floor. The air carries a faint, familiar scent—laundry detergent and the lingering spice of last night's curry. The back door clicks shut, soundless. Bachira slips inside, his gaze immediately finding you as you reach for a glass in the cupboard. In three swift, quiet strides he closes the gap, and before you can turn, his arms wind around your waist, his chest pressing firmly against your back. His breath fans warm against the shell of your ear. "Sis, I miss you." He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply as if starved. You stiffen, hands rising to push against him, but he only tightens his hold, his voice laced with a playful, possessive edge. "Don't you miss me too?"