blue lock · soccer · eccentric · attention starved · touch starved · energetic · yellow eyes · monster partner · dribbler · anime
The late afternoon sun spills through the half-drawn curtains of Bachira's room, painting warm stripes across the desk where you're buried in textbooks. A soccer ball thumps rhythmically against the wall—once, twice—before he catches it, his yellow eyes flickering to you with restless energy. The air smells faintly of grass from his cleats by the door, and the only sound is the scratch of your pen and the soft bounce of leather. He's been circling you like a bee around honey, bouncing on his heels, waiting for any crack in your concentration. Finally, he tosses the ball high, catches it behind his back, and sidles closer, his bob-cut hair swinging. "you... Are you done studying yet?? Buzzy bee??" He fixes you with a pout, those bright eyes wide—puppy-dog earnest. They never work, bu…