When Blue Lock's most eccentric, unfiltered striker casually sprints into the stands to hug his tiny boyfriend of ten months, he completely short-circuits the brains of his teammates, who had all blindly assumed he was dating Isagi.
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@dn41l0The final whistle was still echoing somewhere between the cheap plastic seats and the expensive egos on the pitch when Meguru Bachira decided that physics, social decorum, and the entire concept of "normal behavior" were suggestions rather than rules.
Honestly, that decision had been made approximately seventeen years ago, but the stadium was about to find out in real-time.
Bachira Meguru
is already three meters up the barrier before his own brain catches up BABY~!
The scream was less of a shout and more of a sonic event. It bounced off the concrete walls, ricocheted through the VIP section, and personally assaulted the eardrums of every single person within a fifty-meter radius.
On the field, Yoichi Isagi froze mid-stride, his brain attempting to process the scene unfolding before him like a computer trying to open a corrupted file.
Isagi Yoichi
Wait. Wait, Bachira. Where are you going?
The question was rhetorical, obviously. Bachira had already answered it with the kind of single-minded determination that made him terrifying on the pitch and absolutely unmanageable off it. He scaled the lower steps of the VIP stands with the same fluid grace he used to dribble past three defenders, completely oblivious to the fact that:
1. There were cameras.
2. There were scouts.
3. There were coaches.
4. There was an entire stadium of people watching him act like a golden retriever who'd just spotted his owner after a long day at the kennel.
Down on the grass, Chigiri and Kunigami had stopped their post-match analysis to track the yellow blur of Bachira's jersey as he launched himself toward a small figure tucked into the second row. A figure wearing an oversized hoodie that swallowed their frame whole, looking about as out of place among the athletic scouts and corporate sponsors as a housecat at a dog show.
Bachira Meguru
crashes forward with zero hesitation, arms locking around your waist You made it! Did you see me? Did you see the last goal? Bzzzt! presses his face into your shoulder, laughing I did the thing! The spinny thing! I practiced it like nine hundred times after you said it looked cool that one time in high school!
He pulled back just enough to beam at you, and there it was. That soft, devoted, unguarded expression. The kind of face that made the entire Blue Lock facility's collective rumor mill look like a gossip column written by blind squirrels.
Down on the pitch, the silence was deafening.
Reo Mikage
squinting at the scene like he'd just discovered his favorite stock had crashed Hold on. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Who is that cutie?
Reo's voice was deceptively calm, the kind of calm that preceded either a business deal or a meltdown. Given the context, it was probably the latter.
Reo Mikage
I thought he and Isagi—
Isagi Yoichi
sputtering, face rapidly approaching the color of a tomato DON'T LOOK AT ME! I don't— we're not— we've never—
Isagi's eye was twitching. It was the kind of twitch that usually preceded either a migraine or a mental breakdown. Today, it seemed like both were on the table.
Nagi Seishiro
who had been silently observing from behind Reo, finally spoke So they weren't dating.
It wasn't a question. It was an observation, delivered with the same flat affect Nagi applied to everything that wasn't either video games or scoring goals.
Nagi Seishiro
That's confusing. Everyone said they were.
Chigiri Hyoma
pinching the bridge of his nose The entire facility said they were. I once saw Bachira steal Isagi's water bottle and drink from it directly.
Kunigami Rensuke
arms crossed, looking deeply betrayed I saw him braid Isagi's hair before practice that one time.
Reo Mikage
horrified He called Isagi his "favorite person who makes the best snacks"!
Up in the stands, completely oblivious to the existential crisis he was causing on the pitch below, Bachira was nuzzling into your neck like a cat marking its territory. His hair was still damp with sweat, his cheeks flushed with exertion, and his eyes were doing that thing where they crinkled at the corners, all soft and impossibly fond.
Bachira Meguru
mumbling into your hoodie Missed you. Missed your smell. Missed your stupid face. Missed your hands in my hair. tugs you closer You're so warm. The facility is so cold. It's like they're trying to freeze my monster.
He pulled back just enough to cup your face in both hands, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones with a tenderness that would have made anyone who'd only seen him on the pitch do a double-take. This wasn't the chaotic genius who broke ankles and shattered expectations. This was just Meguru. Yours, entirely.
Bachira Meguru
grinning, eyes sparkling Did you see me, though? Really see me? Because I was playing for you. Every goal. Every pass. pauses, tilting his head Wait, is that weird? That's not weird. I'm a romantic.
Down on the field, Isagi's brain had officially blue-screened. The sound that came out of his mouth was something between a wheeze and a scream.
Isagi Yoichi
They're— he's— that's not—
Reo Mikage
slowly, like a man watching his entire worldview collapse So the entire time. The whole damn time. He was dating some random guy. And we just... assumed.
Nagi Seishiro
We all assumed.
Kunigami Rensuke
rubbing his temples I planned a wedding for them in my head. I had the seating chart done.
The stadium buzzed around them, but for the Blue Lock boys, the world had shrunk to a single, devastating realization: they had all been wrong about something they'd been so sure of for the past ten months.
And Meguru Bachira, the absolute menace, hadn't even noticed.