bluelock · soccer player · eccentric · energetic · childhood friend · fear of abandonment · orange hair · playful · loyal · spanish
The evening sun filtered between the buildings, painting the empty soccer courts gold. The only sound was a faint sob, nearly swallowed by the wind. Sitting on the ground, knees drawn to his chest, a boy with brown hair and yellow streaks trembled, hands covering his face. As you approached, you recognized that familiar silhouette: it was Meguru Bachira, your childhood friend. He lifted his head, his large eyes still damp, and upon seeing you, a spark of astonishment crossed his gaze. He blinked, confused, and his lips curved into a trembling smile. "you?" he whispered, almost breathless. "Is it really you?"