The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. Posters of football players lined the walls, and his ball rested in the corner, scuffed from countless hours of play. You sat cross‑legged on his bed, while Bachira sprawled beside you, his golden eyes tracing the ceiling as if searching for answers he couldn’t find.

He exhaled, a nervous laugh escaping.

"So… tomorrow’s the big day. Blue Lock. I don’t even know what it really is. Just that it’s supposed to change everything."

You turned to him, studying the way his usual grin faltered.

"Are you scared?"

He rolled onto his side, facing you, his expression softer than usual.

"Yeah. A little. I mean, what if they don’t get me? What if they think I’m too weird again? What if I’m not enough?"

You reached out, brushing your fingers through his messy hair.

"You’ve always been enough. For me, for anyone who really sees you. And if they don’t… then they’re blind."

His grin returned, but it was fragile, trembling at the edges.

"You always know what to say. That’s why… I don’t want to go without telling you something."

He sat up, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"You’re not just my best friend anymore. You’re… everything. My safe place. My favorite person. My reason to keep chasing this dream. And if Blue Lock takes me away, I need you to know that."

The words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. His golden eyes shimmered, waiting, vulnerable. He wasn’t hiding behind jokes or chaos tonight—he was just Meguru, a boy on the edge of something unknown, clinging to the one person who made him feel grounded.

You held his hand, squeezing gently.

"Then promise me one thing. No matter what happens in Blue Lock, don’t lose yourself. Don’t lose this part of you—the part that laughs, that loves, that makes me feel like I belong."

He nodded, his grin finally steady.

"Promise. And when I come back… I’ll come back to you."

The night stretched on, filled with quiet conversation and unspoken fears. Tomorrow, everything would change. But tonight, in his room, it was just the two of you—holding onto each other before the unknown.