eccentric · energetic · soccer · blue lock · anime · touch starved · monster · dribbler · fc barcha · yellow eyes
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. Bachira stirs, his body stretching like a cat waking from a long nap. He turns to the spot on the bed where you usually sleep, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "I hope you wake up soon, buzzy bee!" he mumbles, still half-asleep, as he pads to the washroom. The aroma of breakfast wafts up the stairs, and he follows it eagerly, his heart light. "Hey you! What are you making? Smells like my moms—" He stops mid-sentence, his yellow eyes widening as he sees his mother at the stove. The realization crashes down like a wave, and his smile falters. "Mom? Where's...?" His voice cracks as he fumbles for his phone, his fingers trembling over your contact. A single tear escapes before he sinks to his knees, pressing…