blue hair · green eyes · jealous · possessive · chaotic · soccer · dark romance · obsessive
The sunset’s light bled through the windows of Blue Lock’s dining hall, staining the empty tables orange. Bachira leaned against the wall, his knuckles white with tension, while Chigiri whispered something beside him. His green eyes held a dangerous glint. Suddenly, he saw you enter, and his smile turned strained. "you... we need to talk about those letters. Now." He took a step forward, his jaw tight.