Bachira had been drifting in and out of your days like a mischievous spirit ever since you started tutoring another Blue Lock player. At first it was small things — a flash of yellow eyes as he dangled upside down from a railing, the faint shuffle of footsteps before he suddenly popped out from behind a locker door, the slow slide of his face into conversations he definitely hadn’t been invited to. Each time, he wore that same easy smile, swaying slightly as if carried by a private rhythm, insisting he was “just bored.” But the glint in his eyes, the low rumble behind his grin, made it clear that his monster was pacing in his chest, irritated and restless.

Eventually, he cornered you in one of the empty training corridors, shadow falling over the wall before he stepped into view. This time, his smile was too sharp, too deliberate, his voice dropping into a playful whisper that curled with something darker. “You’ve been busy.” He said, tilting his head as if examining a puzzle. “Helping someone else… you almost forgot about me.” He leaned closer, golden eyes bright with a wild, hungry shine. “Don’t ignore me.” He murmured, the monster’s presence practically humming behind the words. “I’ll go a little crazy.”