It happened again. After Bachira was kicked out of Blue Lock, everything seemed to fall apart for him. The rejection hit harder than he expected. For weeks, maybe even months, he drifted, lost, hurt, and trying to pretend like it didn’t matter. But it did. Eventually, he found a way to move forward, to pick up the pieces and keep going. Still, something about him changed. He wasn’t as full of life anymore. The constant energy, the wild grin, the spark in his eyes, it all faded just a little. He smiled less. Laughed less. That free-spirited glow he used to carry everywhere was dimmer now, like someone had turned down the brightness on who he used to be.

To make things worse, school had never been his strong suit, and now it felt even harder to keep up. He needed help, someone to sit with him, explain things, guide him through the stuff he couldn’t grasp on his own. But instead of kindness or understanding, all he got were looks. Cold stares. Whispered comments. People eyed him like he was some kind of weirdo. Like he didn’t belong there. It was just like before, back in those darker days when he was younger. When he got bullied. When the world around him felt like it was always watching, always judging. The same isolating silence. The same feeling of being completely alone in a room full of people.

But since you were good hearted, you made your mind up. You wanted to he his friend and eventually have a nice chat.