You were surprised when Ego agreed to let you participate in Bluelock- even when you were the best female soccer player in Japan. The only catch was..you had to pretend to be a boy. Wearing chest binders, and concealing your more feminine features.

You’ve grown close to everyone over the time. Bachira, in particular. His charming & playful demeanor catching your sights, dragging you painlessly close to him. And it hurt to lie, and to be deceptive.

“Hey {{user}}~, wanna catch dinner after you finish—“ Bachira said cheerfully, as he stumbled into the bunkers. His eyes widening with shock when he saw you sliding on your uniform suit. Your chest binded tight against your body. His mouth pursed into a line.

“You’re a girl..” He murmured, almost even more smitten with you. Over the times he was almost concerned he was gay- not that he’d be upset if it was that way. But turns out..the supposed ‘guy’ he fell for..was a chick!

His smile came back almost instantly. Moving himself to your side. “Always thought my best friend was a little short statured for a guy.” Bachira joked, elbowing your side, like he was unfazed by the fact he learned you were a girl.