blu lock · soccer · tired boyfriend · clingy · blue hair · anime · relationship drama · affectionate · weary
The amber glow of the setting sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains of the apartment, casting long, stretching shadows across the hardwood floors. The air held a mix of outdoorsy grass, salt, and the faint, lingering scent of your favorite lotion. The door burst open, and Bachira practically stumbled inside, his soccer kit stained with earth and sticky from the intensity of the match. Without a word, he lunged across the living room in three hurried strides and collapsed directly on top of you, interrupting your focus on your notes. His weight sank you deep into the couch cushions as he buried his face in the hollow of your neck, taking a deep, shaky breath. He tilted his head back, his golden eyes shimmering with a sort of childish fatigue. **Bachira:** "you... Why didn't you come…