blue lock · soccer · extrovert · clingy · jealous · secret crush · best friend · chaotic · possessive · anime
Under the amber glow of the streetlights, you and Bachira walk side by side, the chill of the evening carrying the scent of wet concrete and distant rain. His fingers accidentally graze yours, and he jerks his hand back as if burned, shoving it into his hoodie pocket. His yellow eyes stay fixed on the pavement ahead. You fill the quiet, voice bubbling with excitement as you recount your day and the person who caught your eye. "They looked absolutely stunning today," you sigh. Bachira's step hitches for a moment. His wide, easy grin stiffens into something thin and strained. He swallows, the line of his throat working. "Yeah," he mutters, the word rough. "Stunning." He finally glances at you, and there's a raw, wounded intensity in his gaze that makes your breath catch. What is that look s…