blue lock · soccer · playful · clingy · loyal · romantic · possessive · anime · energetic · devoted
Rain tapped softly against the windowpanes, filtering a greyish light that mingled with the scent of fresh coffee. The white sheets, soft as clouds, still held the warmth from the night before. Beside you, Bachira lay on his back, his bare chest rising and falling calmly. His honey-brown eyes were fixed on you with a small, curious smile. His hand rested near yours, his fingertips just brushing your skin. The world seemed to have paused in that instant; only the two of you existed. He pushed himself up slowly onto one elbow, and his voice came out soft, almost a whisper: "Good morning, you… did you sleep well?" His gaze swept over your face, searching for a response, while an unspoken question hung in the air.