𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐟𝐟! blue. lock [hiatus]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚. and the oscar goes to..

"𝚖𝚑𝚖! 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏'𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢. 𝚢'𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝?"

ᥫ᭡ ◞ ₊˚ (  meguru bachira ⨾ fem!reader  ) ୭᧙ ⸝⸝

─── · 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏! 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 , 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 . .
╰┈ ◦ Ꮺ :･ﾟoo.₊˚ 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 , 𝚠𝚌 1.1𝚔. ‹𝟹

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your boyfriend bachira takes note that the house is oddly quiet, and you don't meet him at the door like you normally would when you hear his familiar keys jingle from the other side. his face is snuggled warmly into his dark puffy jacket with his bag slung over his shoulder while feeling the fatigue and soreness in his muscles from a long day of practice.

he's quick to check the kitchen and the living room as he kicks his shoes off, but to his disappointment, your presence lacked those areas. but bachira's clever, as he proceeds quickly (yet quietly) up the fleeting steps to the bedroom, glancing at your limp figure underneath the thick covers when he peaks behind the door.

"baby?" his footsteps were low and quiet with his energetic voice tuned down a bit. his face was now leveled with yours when he meets your drowsy figure - eyes closed with slightly parted lips. he recognizes the sweater draped over you, and can't help but smile widely when you especially wear his clothes.

"are you asleep?" he taps your arm, but all you offer was the silence that settled in the room.

but the correct answer was no. you were still awake and sure enough, you might have fallen asleep already if bachira came home a minute later. the fatigue still lingered in your bones and you were a bit upset that he came home late. to conclude, you missed him.

yet, it's a challenge to fight off the big smile that threatens to stretch on your lips when you feel the mattress shift and dip slightly. bachira carefully lays on his side - an elbow propped up as he brushes stray strands of your hair away from your face.

he mumbles a bit - quietly, but you were able to catch it. "'m sorry 'm late," you feel his thumb smooth along your cheeks. the gesture was sweet, and it never fails to make your heartbeat spike right up. "you must be mad at me, 'm sorry.."

god, it was so hard just to open your eyes and forgive him. you know that bachira loves soccer, and you would never take that away from him. but you were feeling a bit petty today and decided to play along with this 'fake sleeping' act to see what else he has to say.

"mm, y're still asleep," he whispers, but he lets out a breathy chuckle, and for sure you can imagine the smile on his face. "but you still look pretty when y'sleep." his voice was in awe, and if you didn't know your boyfriend at all you would've missed the passion and love behind his words.

you certainly didn't expect to hear that. although bachira does say the most tenderly loving things about you, you couldn't suppress the giddy feeling in your chest and the way your heart spins like crazy. you wonder how many times he's said that when you were actually asleep.

"did y'know you mumble in y're sleep?" he pokes the tip of your nose with a goofy smile while you resisted the urge to swat his hand away. "mhm! that's right, baby. sometimes you even yell at me in your dreams." he quickly whines, and he can certainly imagine you rolling your eyes at him, not like you're mentally are anyway.

bachira snorts. "always scolding me for being clumsy. silly, i'm not that clumsy m'kay?" he's sure that if you were awake right now (you are) you'd laugh along with him, but he doesn't"t mind this either - staring at your pretty face as long as he can before you wake up.

"but, i also like it when y're a bit bossy." bachira pokes your forehead as he laughs, and you mentally laugh with him as well. well someone's gotta keep you in check, right? you smile to yourself when he feels you boop your nose.

"always reminding me to eat and drink.. and shower and all that stuff hm?" he whispers gently. bachira's soft lips are quick to peck your nose and cheeks before he pulls away. you can feel his eyes lingering on your face.

well, you're a big baby, and i have to take care of you. who else is gonna do that?

"and i love you f'that y'know? i always love you, silly." his hushed words were in awe at you and only you. your heart stutters against your ribcage when you're silently hating him for making you feel this way. he's addictive, intoxicating. he's already shown you how being away from him feels like days, or how cold the bed is without him.

you hate it, but god do you love him so much that you can't even express it in words alone, but you can't forgive him just yet when he came home late today. you were being stubborn.

so when you feel him snuggle closer to you, hooking his arm underneath your head and pulling you closer, you quickly peel away from his chest - your back now facing him. no more games, you were clearly awake during his whole monologue, and now he realizes that you were.

"heyyy! so y'were awake this whole time, that's jus' cheating, baby." he gasps. it's not long before he's shuffling closer to you, but when he attempts to latch his arm over your waist, you shy away from his touch, making him pout at you.

"babyyy, jus' wanna cuddle a lil - practice made me sooo sleepy, come onnnn.." he whines into your nape. bachira smiles against your skin when he feels you slightly shiver from his touch. "cheater.." he mumbles into the back of your neck, yet he hesitantly snakes his arm around your waist once more.

you don't peel away from him, and bachira notices - so he quickly hooks his other arm under your face and pulls you against his chest. "see? all better hm?" he smirks when you slowly (yet annoyingly) peel your eyes open to finally look at him. you let out a small hmph with a frown on your face.

"babyy, i said i'm sorryy." you roll your eyes at his exaggerated whine, feeling his grip tighten around you slightly. "come onn, don't get mad at me, or i'll get sad." his lips morphed into a pout while he gave you those puppy dog eyes that are hard to resist.

you sighed. "fine, but you have to take me out on a date." you grumbled into his chest. bachira laughs as you hold him even closer, pecking the crown of your head one after another as he whispers giggling.

"mhm! that's better. i promise to make it all up to you, baby."

─── A U T H O R ' S N O T E 02.11.23
- it's been a while so forgive me if this is absolutely dog (ill proofread in the morning it's super latern) ive been prett busy lately
- valentines day is j right around the corner! and dw yall it's time to buckle ur seatbelts bc im releasing so many chps that day. ig u can consider it a valentines special event.
- anywho, BACHIRA <33 i lob him sm!! i think i got an idea on what hes like so hopefully this isnt too ooc
- dont rly like this one bur i j wnated to put smth out before i release a lot of chapters on tues <3

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