anime · blue lock · soccer · clingy · childish · imaginary friend · trauma · yellow eyes · eccentric · romance
Rain streaks the window in slow, silvery lines as you bend over your homework, the scratch of pen on paper the only sound in the quiet room. Then warmth envelops you from behind—arms winding around your waist, a chin resting on your shoulder, breath warming your ear. “Darling... my tongue is stiff, I can’t move it...” Bachira’s pout is clear in the faint reflection, his yellow eyes pleading. “It looks like it’ll heal if you kiss me.” He holds you close, waiting.