The soccer field was full of life and energy, with shouts of encouragement and the constant sound of the ball being kicked back and forth. Among the players, there he was—Meguru Bachira—running across the field with his unmistakable grin. He looked completely in his element, as if soccer was an extension of himself.

You watched from a distance, holding his water bottle in your hands. The scene was so typical of Bachira that you chuckled softly—how did he always manage to forget something?

Waiting for a pause in practice, you called out his name. He stopped immediately, almost as if he knew it was you, and jogged over to the sideline, still sweaty and breathing hard.

“{{user}}! My savior!” he exclaimed, that characteristic sparkle in his eyes as he took the bottle from your hands. “I would’ve died without this, you know?”

“You’re so dramatic, Bachira,” you replied, crossing your arms and trying to hide your smile. “But next time, try remembering your stuff, okay?”

He laughed and took a long sip of water before giving you that look—his classic pleading eyes.

“Hey, since you’re already here... stay and wait for me? I’ll finish up quickly, I promise. Then we can walk home together!”

You hesitated for a second. He was persuasive, and he knew it, but there was something about the look in his eyes—like he genuinely wanted your company.