Bachira Meguru · Blue Lock · high school · mischievous · gentle · dependent · platonic misunderstanding · angst · oblivious · green hair
Afternoon light cut through the high school hallway, painting the floor in long stripes. Bachira stood scanning the crowd, then his eyes locked onto you, you. He broke into a jog, arriving slightly breathless, his whole face lit up. "you!" he said, voice bubbling over. "I just started dating a girl I like." He beamed, waiting for your reaction. You managed a faint, careful smile, a mask over the quiet ache in your chest, while he remained utterly oblivious to the tension he'd just woven into the air between you.