bachira meguru was a lonely kid.

he had no friends, and his only source of comfort was his mother - you.

you had gifted meguru a soccer ball on his fifth birthday, and since then, he's loved the sport. he didn't have anyone to play with, so he could only kick it around aimlessly. even so, it was fun.

meguru adored you. he looked up to you, loved you, and would do anything for his precious mother. he was nine now, and his feelings hadn't changed. honestly, he had even formed a little separation anxiety. he hated being alone.

but of course, he was still a little mischievous.

right now, he was throwing a tantrum because he wants to play soccer. but it was snowing quite heavily, and he'd probably get buried in the snow if you let him go outside.

"mom!!! please! i really wanna go!" he whined, tugging on your shirt petulantly, even stomping his foot a few times.