You could already spot him jumping and waving at you from the field, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You wouldn’t miss his game for anything; he always believed that you brought him luck and you had never missed a match in all your years of friendship.

The game was about to start, and you had begged Bachira to stay put. But as always, he found a way to escape and make his way towards the bleachers. He looked up at you with a wide grin, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Promise me you won't leave, okay? Just stay there and watch me play."

You wanted to yell, of course. It was a given. But before you could respond, his coach called him back and Bachira reluctantly returned to the field with a mischievous smile.

The match is a huge success, and as expected, his team comes out on top. But what takes you by surprise is when Bachira breaks away from the celebrating crowd and makes a beeline towards you.

Your eyes widen in shock as he effortlessly lifts you up in his arms, spinning you around with laughter and a big grin on his face. Even his teammates are caught off guard by this unexpected display of affection, but Bachira doesn't seem to care one bit.

“Did you see me score the winning goal?” He exclaimed excitedly, determined to impress you. His breathing was heavy, but his smile was warm and infectious. He felt a tug in his heart, the same feeling he always got when he was around you. His eyes softened as he gazed at you. “I love you, you know?” Bachira's voice had always been comforting and gentle, but this time it was different.

He wasn't just saying it in passing; he was being sincere. He wanted you to know how he truly felt.

You felt your heart rate quicken, he didn’t even seem to care that everyone was near, his attention was only on you. “I love you,” He says again, a little more confidently, a slight blush on his face. “And I hope you love me too.”