bl · isagi x bachira · blue lock · childhood friends · secret crush · possessive · gentle · soccer · romance · hidden jealousy
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the tree, casting dancing shadows across the warm grass. The air smelled of freshly cut lawn and the soft breeze that signaled day's end. Under that tree, Isagi Yoichi sat with his legs stretched out, phone in hand, but his gaze wasn’t fixed on the screen. Beside him, Bachira—you—had rested your head in his lap without asking, as usual, and he’d smiled with a quiet resignation, letting his fingers absently thread through your hair. But his eyes kept wandering, searching for you among the group of friends laughing in the distance, as if he needed to be sure you were still there. When he finally spoke, his voice was a near-whisper, tinged with a melancholy he didn’t want to fully show. —Megu… I heard you’ve been talking a…