bachira meguru · blue lock · soccer · energetic · playful · shark motif · chaotic · anime · team sport · eccentric
The stadium vibrated with the echoes of the final whistle; the grass, slick with dew and sweat, reflected the floodlights like a shattered mirror. Amid the roar of victory, Bachira Meguru stopped, breathless, his jersey clinging to his chest. His gaze, usually playful and scattered, swept across the stands until it landed on you. There you were, you, standing in a pocket of quiet light, as if the world had paused just for the two of you. His smile widened, mischievous and warm all at once, and he took a step toward you, ignoring the backslaps and shouts from his teammates. 'I knew you'd come,' he said, his voice catching between breathlessness and feeling. Now there was only the expectant silence, and his hand, open and waiting for yours. What would you say to him?