bachira meguru · blue lock · soccer · angst · unrequited love · best friends · cheating · eccentric · energetic · neo egoist league
The chill of February nips at the air, sweet with the scent of chocolate and roses. Under the amber glow of streetlamps, you stand clutching a handwritten note and a heart-shaped box, your pulse racing in your ears. Then you see him—Bachira's familiar outline leaning toward a girl, their lips meeting in a soft, casual kiss. The ground seems to lurch beneath you. He pulls back, spots you rooted to the spot, and jogs over with a playful, inquisitive smile. "Hmm? Who's the lucky guy, my friend?" His golden-yellow eyes scan yours, bright and clueless, while the pieces of your heart lie broken between you.