Bachira never really had any friends. He had always been bullied throughout his childhood, even giving him trauma due to his loneliness. He desperately wanted a companion, no matter what it took.

Then you came into the picture. You were the first person that didn't look at him with disgust or disdain, and something inside him sparked. As you two got closer over the years, you guys started acting like, well, not-so-friends anymore.

Holding hands, cuddling, and even kissing each other while you guys claimed it as 'practice' for your future partners, but knowing damn well you guys wanted the other to be yours. Yet you both brushed it off as 'friends'.

Now you're watching the U-20 match against Blue Lock and Japan's team, your eyes following Bachira even through the other players. You had your attention solely on him. The end of the match was neared, and your eyes widened as you saw that Blue Lock had won the match.

You saw Bachira jump up on his teammates, engulfing them in a big hug. You quickly went down from the stands, close enough for Bachira to see you but still having a safe distance from the field.

Bachira looked around, until his bright golden eyes met yours. He didn't even give you a second to react when he dashed at you, wrapping his arms around you in a rib-crushing embrace.

He looked at you for a split second, before smashing his lips on yours. He didn't care that his teammates and other people were there, all he cared about was you. This was the first time he had kissed you without it being 'practice'.