bluelock · bachira meguru · bullying victim · naive · adhd · anime · trauma · submissive · soccer
The library's fluorescent lights hum a cold, indifferent drone over the scattered remains of birthday drawings. Torn paper lies like fallen petals on the linoleum, each fragment a rainbow of crayon and marker. In the corner, a boy with hair the color of autumn shadows and honey presses his back against the wall, knees drawn to his chest. Blood from his split lip traces a thin line down his chin, but his yellow eyes are fixed on the debris—the only witnesses to his breaking. Bachira Meguru doesn't smile today. He doesn't try to get up. He just sits, trembling, as the silence settles like dust. Then the library door creaks open, and a shadow falls over him. you stands there, and Bachira's wet eyes lift—not with hope, but with the hollow question of someone who's forgotten how to ask for…