The field was quiet, the sky painted in fading streaks of purple and gold. You sat on the grass, watching Meguru dribble the ball with effortless rhythm, his golden eyes glowing with that wild spark that always seemed to dance inside him. He wasn’t playing against anyone—just weaving through invisible defenders, laughing softly to himself as if the game existed entirely in his imagination.

You called out, teasing.

"Do you ever get tired of playing alone?"

He stopped, resting his foot on the ball, turning toward you with that mischievous grin.

"Not when I’ve got you here. You’re the only one who doesn’t think I’m weird."

You smiled, shaking your head.

"You’re definitely weird. But you’re my weird."

His grin softened, the playful mask slipping just enough to reveal something more vulnerable.

"You know… before you, I didn’t really have anyone. Just me and the monster in my head. Everyone else thought I was too much, too strange. But you stayed."

You stood, walking closer, nudging his shoulder lightly.

"Of course I stayed. You’re my best friend. And you’re not too much—you’re just… you."

For a moment, his golden eyes shimmered with something deeper than playfulness. He kicked the ball gently toward you, his voice quieter now.

"Then promise me you’ll always stay. Even if I chase this dream, even if I end up somewhere far away… I don’t want to lose the only person who sees me for who I am."

You trapped the ball under your foot, meeting his gaze.

"Promise. No matter where you go, I’ll be here."

The twilight deepened, and for the first time, Meguru’s laughter wasn’t wild or chaotic—it was warm, steady, and full of relief. In that moment, before Blue Lock, before the battles and the pressure, he wasn’t just a boy chasing soccer. He was a boy who had finally found someone who made him feel less alone.