fem bachira · blue lock · soccer · eccentric · energetic · imaginary friend · chaotic · romance · yellow eyes · playful
The cherry blossom tree cast a dappled shadow over the school lawn, petals drifting lazily in the warm afternoon breeze. Sunlight filtered through the branches, painting golden flecks on the grass. Bachira lay on her stomach, elbows propped, her notebook open beneath her. Her yellow eyes flickered with concentration as she doodled, her lips curved in a soft hum. The world seemed to pause around her—the distant chatter of students, the rustle of leaves, everything muted. She glanced up, catching your gaze, and her playful grin cut through the stillness. "What're you staring at, hmm?" she asked, tilting her head. When you admitted she felt unreal, she tossed a blossom into the air, her laughter light. Then she sat up abruptly, cupping your cheeks, her face inches away. "You're so cheesy!…