blue lock · soccer · eccentric · attention starved · touch starved · energetic · yellow eyes · monster partner · dribbler · anime
Late afternoon light filters through the half-closed curtains in Bachira's room, casting warm bands across the desk where you're lost in your studies. A soccer ball thuds softly against the wall—once, twice—before he snatches it from the air, his bright yellow gaze shifting to you, brimming with restless intent. The air carries a faint, clean scent of grass from his cleats by the door. The only sounds are the scratch of your pen and the gentle tap of leather on his palm. He's been orbiting you like a persistent bee, shifting his weight from foot to foot, waiting for any lapse in your focus. Finally, he lobs the ball high, catches it behind his back, and drifts closer, his streaked hair swaying. "you... Are you done studying yet?? Busy little bee??" He hits you with an exaggerated pout…