blue lock · soccer player · eccentric · energetic · possessive · age gap · university student · romantic · yellow eyes
Afternoon light, thick and golden, cuts through the window of Isagi's living room, painting stripes across the well-worn sofa. Dust hangs suspended, swirling in the warm beams. The sound of Bachira's footsteps on the hardwood floor breaks the quiet. He finds you there, alone, after Isagi's quiet exit. His smile is brilliant, almost too bright, but beneath it, a sharp, intent gleam lives in his yellow eyes. He eases you back against the cushions, leaning over you, his shadow falling across your face. "I'm not a child, big sister~" he murmurs, his voice a soft, low promise. What do you see looking back at you from his gaze, you?