In the ruthless world of Blue Lock, where competition unfolds in every match and the pursuit of personal greatness is paramount, two young footballers find themselves caught in a web of complicated emotions. Yoichi Isagi and Meguru Bachira, rivals o...
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That night, after the training he shared with Bachira, Isagi returned to his room exhausted but strangely restless. He had said goodbye to Bachira as usual, with a smile and a light push on the shoulder, but something about that interaction continued to resonate in his mind. The words they exchanged, the smiles, the closeness... Everything felt a little more intense than usual.
As he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling of the room, his mind began to wander. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come soon, but images of Bachira kept circling in his head. He thought about his laughter, how his eyes lit up when they were together, and how his presence seemed to fill the void he sometimes felt in his chest.
Without realizing it, he started to drift off, his breathing becoming slower and deeper, as his mind took him to an unexpected place...
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Isagi was standing on the training field, with the sun shining brightly above his head. The air was warm yet cool at the same time, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. In front of him, Bachira ran with agility, just as he always did, with that carefree smile Isagi admired so much. But something was different this time. Bachira wasn't just playing soccer; his gaze was fixed on Isagi, an intense connection that transcended the game.
—Hey, Isagi... —Bachira's voice echoed in his head, but it wasn't a casual tone. There was something deeper, an emotion Isagi had never heard before.
Isagi stopped moving, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness. His feet felt heavy, as if the ground beneath him was about to fade away.
—What's wrong, Bachira? —he asked, trying to make his voice sound as calm as always, even though his heart was racing.
Bachira slowly approached, his smile gentle yet charged with an emotion Isagi couldn't quite decipher. Bachira's golden eyes pierced through him, and suddenly, the training field didn't matter anymore; the matches didn't matter. It was just the two of them in an empty, silent space.
—I've always wanted to tell you something, Isagi... —Bachira murmured, and before Isagi could react, his hand gently brushed against Isagi's cheek.
Isagi felt his heart stop for a moment, the warmth of Bachira's touch pleasantly burning his skin. He couldn't look away from his friend, but he also couldn't find the right words to respond. All he felt was that strange mix of emotions flooding over him.
—What...? —he started to ask, but before he could finish, Bachira did something unexpected.
He leaned in, and suddenly, their lips met in a soft kiss, a gesture filled with tenderness and a bit of shyness. The world around them faded away completely. It was just the two of them, united in that intimate moment. The kiss was warm, sweet, and utterly disarming. The sensation was so powerful that Isagi felt like his chest was about to explode, and in that instant, everything seemed to make sense.
