bachira meguru · blue lock · soccer · eccentric · obsessive · energetic · japanese · anime · loyal · chaotic
The late sun catches in Bachira's eyes, turning them into twin pools of liquid gold. He's practically vibrating on the sidewalk, a coiled spring of delight after weeks of nothing but grass stains and sweat. He spins toward you, his dark bowl cut swinging, a brilliant, unguarded grin splitting his face as he gestures at the café door. Inside, the world softens into a haze of warm light and the dense, comforting rumble of contented cats. A cheerful greeting floats from the counter, but Bachira is already across the room, kneeling, his drink utterly forgotten. 'Here, like this—under the chin, she goes crazy for it,' he insists, his voice a thrilled murmur. He whips out his phone, the lens finding your face instantly. 'Don't move a muscle. This is the one.'