CAREFREE • BLUE LOCK x M!OC

Pretty bully • CHAP 4

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Why did we have to bath together again? WHY IS THIS NORMALIZED?!

The hot spring and bath was nice though.

What was even worse was the fact that Bachira, the guy who asked me that outrageous question earlier! Kept eyeing me and smirking my way everytime I gazed over at Kunigami or any other male to be honest.

Not like I could stop myself from looking at people right in front of me.

I could feel his deep stare at the most random times during the day, for a guy with a pretty face, he had a creepy way of getting my attention.

I was currently washing my self with a sponge, trying to reach for my back with my long arms. I was having a bit of trouble, not being able to focus at the moment because my mind was running a million miles per hour.

I gripped the sponge as I tried to wash my upper back. A presence suddenly appeared behind me, grabbing the sponge from my grip and washing it for me.

I froze at the contact, it didn't feel bad or anything but, who the fuck was washing my back?

Did I even want to know? Was it worth it to turn around and find out?

What if it's Kunigami?

I finally gathered the courage to turn my head and see who it was.

Of course.

Bachira Meguru.

"I thought I'd lend you a hand." He grinned at me.

A towel was wrapped tightly around his waist, his hair was drenched and strands of it stuck to his face, water drops surrounded his body, outlining his toned abs and slender figure.

I felt my breath hitch, I was staring for too long. I quickly ignored his statement and turned to look back at the bucket of soap that was in front of me.

I felt him get closer to me, his breath now fanning my ear, "Like whatc'ha see?" His silky voice whispered.

I felt my heart thump loudly.

He suddenly stepped back once he finished washing my back, "You're welcome!" He said before leaving.

What the hell was that?

Soccer boys are a dangerous species.

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We were finally getting ready for the second selection.

Kuon picked our roles for us, I was playing defense.

I wasn't too bothered about it, I wanted to get used to the feel of playing with others first.

Everyone was dressed in their dark blue soccer uniforms, I was bent down, putting on my shoes. I stood up after I finished and stretched, hoping to relax my tense muscles.

I felt a hand suddenly grip my left shoulder, startling me in the process.

"Don't get too distracted out there."

I knew that voice, ugh.

I turned my head to look at the other bi-colored haired male, rolling my eyes at his comment. He giggled before walking off to the other side of the room.

Why wouldn't he leave me alone?

It was as if as soon as I asked that question, he turned to look at me again from across the room. He winked at me, causing my eye to twitch.

I shot him an annoyed glare which only made him smile wider, does his face not hurt from all that smiling? I didn't want to give him my attention but he was doing everything to get it from me.

He suddenly looked down, feeling for something in his sleeping bag and pulled out an all too familiar sketch book. My eyes widened as I watched him open it and skim through the different pages.

I wanted to run to him and slap it out of his hands but I didn't want to draw attention to myself so, I walked there quietly while trying to calm the rage that rose from the pit of my stomach and slowly found it's way to my face making me furrow my eyebrows and frown my lips.

I finally approached him,"How did you get your hands on that?" I lightly growled out of anger.

A sly smirk crept unto his lips at my question.

It was clear that he was fucking enjoying this, my reactions, the way I tensed under his touch everytime we made contact, and something else that I couldn't put my finger on.

"Calm down, it just appeared here. What can I say?" He joked and let out a little chuckle.

It just appeared here? I want to choke him.

"Give it back," I extended my hand towards him, waiting for him to place the object into my palm.

"I can't even look at your sketches of me?"

I froze.

Shit.

He looked that far in? Of course, it was in his fucking sleeping bag, he probably even looked at it to pass time.

I forced myself to reply anyways.

"You're pushing it Bachira." I muttered sternly.

Bachira's POV//

"You're pushing it Bachira." He muttered sternly at me.

I couldn't stop smiling, this truly was exciting. The way my name rolled off of his lips made me feel truly estastic.

I thought I'd never see him again, my mind couldn't help but reminisce back to the time I first saw the boy who stood in front of me. I remembered seeing him with with an older woman at a soccer park and, the way he observed silently from behind the fences, his fierce blue eyes never left the balls path no matter how many times it was kicked.

That was years ago, obviously.

I closed the sketch book and placed it in his palm briefly before dragging it away, "You know what," I stood up from my crouched position only to reach his chest at most, his eyes burning straight into me, "You're a really great artist!"

I complimented before actually handing him the sketch book, he ripped it out of my hold, his face still holding a scowl as he walked away from me.

Ouch.

My poor delicate heart.

He didn't even seem to remember me. He didn't seem much like the talker type, I observed him as much as he observed that orange-haired muscle head and the other males. He always hid in the bathroom, away from us of course.

It was the same thing everyday, wake up, eat, exercise, more exercise, take a nap, then his bathroom break.

A pretty easy schedule to memorize.

He was like an untouched leaf floating delicately in still waters,

I wanted so badly to disrupt those still waters.

Everything about him changed. He wasn't that small frail and skinny boy I saw who was too scared to approach his peers as he hid behind the large metal fence.

He was now tall, muscular and even more intruiging.

I looked down at the ripped page I took from his sketch book, a lightly drawn sketch of me sleeping on the floor.

So he thought about me too huh?

I smiled at the drawing.

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This chapter is a bit gay.