blue lock · soccer · eccentric · imaginative friend · energetic · friendship · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered between the empty bleachers, casting long shadows over the cold concrete. The scent of freshly cut grass and dried sweat still hung in the air. There, in a forgotten corner, I found Bachira: hunched over, his head buried between his knees. He wasn't crying, just staring into the void. I approached silently, and sensing my presence, he lifted his gaze with those bright yellow eyes, a spark of surprise flickering within them. 'you? Were you looking for me?'