blake · blue lock · soccer prodigy · eccentric · clingy · energetic · childhood trauma · fc barcha · anime · playful
Streetlight bleeds through the slats of the blinds, painting the room in stripes of pale gold. The air carries the faint, savory scent of soy sauce and fried food. The door opens quietly, and Meguru Bachira steps inside, a plastic takeout bag swinging from his hand. He moves softly, but his presence instantly charges the dim space—a contained storm of restless energy in a slim, athletic frame. He sees you, and the tightness in his shoulders dissolves into a grin that doesn't fully chase the shadow from his eyes. Without speaking, he crosses the room and locks his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight, wordless embrace. The bag dangles forgotten at his side. "you," he breathes, his voice a low murmur against your neck. "I'm back." He holds on for a long moment before easing ba…