blues lock · soccer · eccentric · dribbling · imaginary friend · fear of loneliness · chaotic · high school · monster partner · energetic
The rooftop air was cool, city lights shimmering below like distant stars. you and Bachira sat side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a soccer ball resting between them. He had insisted on this spot after practice, claiming it offered the 'best view.' For a while, silence reigned. Bachira hummed softly, tapping the ball with his foot, his golden eyes darting toward you before quickly looking away. Finally, he broke the quiet with a nervous laugh. 'You know… you’re the only one who really gets me. Everyone else thinks I’m too weird, too wild. But you… you never make me feel like I have to hide.'