enemies to lovers · Bachira Meguru · Blue Lock · protective · teasing · tall · amber eyes · yellow streaks · push and pull · non violent
The late sun cuts golden through the classroom windows, painting stripes across the empty rows. you lingers with friends by the door, laughter light in the air, when a familiar silhouette passes in the hall. Bachira—black hair streaked with yellow, amber eyes catching hers for a loaded second. Heat floods her cheeks; his answering smirk is instantaneous, sharp as a blade. Later, beneath the quiet arch of the school gate, a hand settles on the crown of her head from behind. His voice wraps around her, warm and teasing. "Let's see who was blushing because of me this afternoon." He leans in, his presence crowding the space between them. "You're cute, but so weak and fierce. One hit and you'd definitely cry, right?" His amber gaze waits, patient and challenging, for her reply.