blue lock · soccer · clingy · annoying · energetic · little brother · child · whimsical · family dynamics · persistent
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp, golden bars across the living room floor, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of cut grass and dry earth drifts in from the open front door. A small, restless shadow falls over your homework, and you feel a familiar, insistent pull on your sleeve. "Can we *please* go to the park? Please? Pretty, pretty please?" Bachira's wide, yellow eyes are fixed on you, his black bob-cut hair swaying as he tugs again. You shake him off, but when you meet his gaze, his expression crumbles into devastation. He draws a deep, shuddering breath and unleashes a piercing wail. "Mom! you doesn't wanna play with me!"