𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

you've never met anyone like bachira meguru.

his smile is like sunlight, dazzling and impossible to look away from. his movements on the field are fluid, graceful, and somehow reckless all at once. he plays soccer with a sense of joy that seems entirely out of place in the cutthroat world of blue lock, where perfection is everything and no one dares to show weakness.

but bachira? he lives for the chaos.

"hey, [y/n]!" bachira's voice calls out, his tone a mix of mischief and excitement. you're standing by the sidelines, watching as the rest of the team winds down after their training session, but bachira—true to form—isn't done yet.

"not again, bachira," you say, rolling your eyes. you know exactly what he's up to.

bachira grins like a wild animal, his eyes glinting with something mischievous. "come on, come on! one more game! i promise, i'll go easy on you."

"go easy?" you raise an eyebrow. "the last time you said that, you made me trip over my own feet."

he pouts dramatically, but the glint in his eyes doesn't disappear. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" he teases, stepping closer. "but i promise i won't make you fall this time. maybe."

you sigh, knowing full well you're not getting out of this. bachira doesn't take no for an answer, and if you refuse him, he'll just keep pestering you until you give in.

"fine, fine," you mutter, tossing your water bottle aside. "let's get this over with."

bachira's face lights up like a christmas tree. "yesss!" he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the field, his excitement infectious.

once you're on the field, he doesn't waste any time, throwing the ball to you with a playful wink. "you're on, [y/n]. let's see if you've gotten any better since last time."

you narrow your eyes at him, catching the ball with ease. "don't think i'll go easy on you just because you're cute."

bachira's grin widens. "cuuute? i like that. but don't think that'll distract me!"

he immediately sprints toward you, his movements fluid and effortless. bachira's style of play is like a dance—a chaotic, unpredictable dance. and as much as you hate to admit it, it's hard to keep up with him.

you dodge left, trying to evade his swift movements, but he's already one step ahead. his footwork is almost mesmerizing, and before you know it, he's passed you and has the ball at his feet.

"gotcha!" he calls, laughing as he dribbles around you, taunting you.

"you're really asking for it now," you mutter under your breath, the competitive streak inside you igniting. you can't let him win—not after all the teasing he's done.

you charge forward, determined to catch up, but bachira's quick—too quick. he glances over his shoulder and smirks. "you're fast, but you need to think faster, [y/n]!"

he feints left, then right, and before you know it, he's past you again, heading for the goal. you feel the frustration bubbling up, but you refuse to back down.

you push yourself harder, running faster, trying to predict his next move. and then, when he tries to take the final shot, you manage to intercept the ball with a perfectly timed tackle.

bachira stumbles for a second, his expression one of surprise, but then he laughs—genuine and free. "well, well, looks like i underestimated you! nice move, [y/n]."

you grin, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead. "told you. i'm not some easy target."

bachira steps closer, his playful teasing replaced with something softer, more sincere. he looks at you with those wide, expressive eyes, and for a moment, the whole world seems to fade away.

"you're amazing, you know that?" he says, his voice quieter now. "you've got this fire inside of you that matches mine. i like that."

you blink, a little caught off guard by the sudden sincerity. "well, someone has to keep up with you, right?"

bachira laughs again, but this time, it's not just the sound of playful mischief. it's a laugh full of warmth, a laugh that makes your heart skip a beat.

"yeah," he agrees, "i guess we're both a little crazy, huh?"

you nod, a smile tugging at your lips. "i think it's the perfect match."

for a moment, you just stand there, the two of you catching your breath. it's chaotic, yes, but there's a certain comfort in it. with bachira, it feels like anything is possible—even if it means chasing shadows across the field.

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠