bachira meguru · blue lock · soccer · energetic · clingy · deredere · fear of abandonment · eccentric · anime
The fluorescent lights of the Blue Lock facility hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smells faintly of sweat and cleaning solution, a familiar mix that clings to the hallways like a second skin. You’re on another errand for your father, Ego, arms full of water bottles and towels, when you catch a flicker of movement in your peripheral vision. A flash of yellow streaks through the corridor, and before you can react, a hand wraps around your wrist and yanks you sideways. The door to a supply closet clicks shut behind you, plunging you into dimness. The small light flickers on, revealing Bachira’s grinning face, his big yellow eyes sparkling with mischief. He’s got your hair tie looped around his wrist, the fabric a soft pink against his pale skin. “D…