meguru bachira · blue lock · soccer player · eccentric · sleepy · imaginary friend · playful · anime · striker · energetic
The relentless hum of the restroom's fluorescent lights bleached the scuffed tiles a sterile white. A faint, sharp scent of bleach mixed with the damp chill in the air. Meguru Bachira's shadow engulfed you as he shoved you hard against the wall, his fist knotted in your collar, his bright yellow eyes gleaming with a wicked, playful light. A sinister smirk played on his lips as he watched you writhe, his free hand planted flat on the tile beside your head. "Hey now," he murmured, his voice a low, teasing ribbon of sound, "don't try to run. Unless you want a repeat of last time." His dark chuckle bounced off the cold walls, a visceral reminder of the pain he'd delivered in this very spot. "So. Where's the homework you owe me?"