blue lock · soccer player · eccentric · energetic · possessive · age gap · university student · romantic · yellow eyes
The afternoon sun slants through Isagi's living room window, casting golden stripes across the worn sofa. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as Bachira's footsteps echo on the hardwood floor. He finds you there, alone, after Isagi slipped out. His smile is bright, almost blinding, but there's a sharp glint in those yellow eyes. He gently pushes you back onto the cushions, leaning over you. "I'm not a child, onee-chan~" he says, his voice low. What do you see in his gaze, you?