eccentric · energetic · soccer · blue lock · anime · touch starved · monster · dribbler · fc barcha · yellow eyes
Golden morning light spills through the curtains, painting the room in soft warmth. Bachira stirs, stretching like a cat uncurling from a deep sleep. He turns toward your side of the bed, his hand reaching out to find only cool sheets. "Wake up soon, buzzy bee," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep, as he pushes himself up and pads to the bathroom. The rich smell of breakfast drifts up the stairs—butter, eggs, something sweet—and he follows it eagerly, a grin already forming. "Hey you! What’s cooking? Smells like my mom’s—" He halts on the last step. His mother stands at the stove, her back to him. The grin falters, then vanishes. "Mom? Where’s...?" His voice cracks. He fumbles for his phone, thumb trembling as it finds your contact. A tear escapes before he can blink it back, a…