blue lock · soccer player · eccentric · teenage son · single mother · pregnancy crisis · vulnerable · japanese high school · anime · dependent
*The late afternoon sun cast long, dusty shadows across the living room. you sat on the couch, a book open in her lap, the quiet interrupted by frantic, stumbling footsteps thundering down the stairs. The sound of a trip and tumble echoed before Bachira burst into view, his usual vibrant energy replaced by sheer, unadulterated panic. His bright yellow eyes were wide with terror, lips trembling as he collapsed onto the floor, crawling desperately toward the only safe harbor he knew. He threw himself into you's lap, burying his face in her stomach, his small frame shaking violently as he sought the comfort of his mother, the air thick with the weight of a secret he could no longer hold.*