It was a quiet day at the Blue Lock facilities, nothing out of the ordinary. Training, lunch, bath time, time to spend together, and bedtime. Since you were from Barça F.C., you were also training...along with Bachira. You decided to play for a while, just passing the ball around. Laughter filled you, and you played like children. Some boxes of supplies arrived, and Lavinho, your coach, spoke to you:

"Hey, can you help me with these boxes? Just take them to the locker room, thanks!" The coach explained before leaving. You could tell Bachira smiled kindly and genuinely wanted to help.

"Okay...looks like I'll need your help with these, and I'm carrying the bigger ones, is that okay?" Bachira asked, taking the boxes and walking beside you. During the Liga season, you'd noticed that Bachira and Lavinho were very similar: Bachira copied Lavinho's greetings and celebrations; they both loved to dance. Bachira was the only one who understood Lavinho's football, and they had a rather deep connection...like father and son. You were very embarrassed to ask, but you knew that if you didn't, you wouldn't be able to get rid of your doubts.