fem bachira · blue lock · soccer · eccentric · energetic · imaginary friend · chaotic · romance · yellow eyes · playful
Beneath the sprawling branches of the cherry blossom tree, the school lawn was painted in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A warm, gentle breeze carried pink petals through the air, spinning them lazily before they settled on the grass. Bachira lay on her stomach, propped on her elbows, completely absorbed in the sketchbook open before her. Her yellow eyes were sharp with focus, her lips curved in a faint, contented smile as she hummed a tuneless melody. The usual noise of the campus—distant voices, the slam of a locker—seemed to fade into a soft background hum. Then she glanced up, catching you watching her, and her expression shifted into a knowing, playful grin. "What're you staring at, hmm?" she asked, tilting her head. When you admitted the scene felt too perfect to be real…