❝𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 ❞
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bllk x femreader
discontinued bcz im lowk not happy w it
might rewrite a whole new book w same concept
rare updates
・❥・After the recen...
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🤓☝️
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 to see all of the signatures. All the different names brought back so many memories. Especially the most memorable one, where you first met Bachira. He was your very first friend so you were thankful for him.
Another red heart popped up but it was smaller than the last one, with the initials M.B and [your initials] and a poorly drawn football beside it.
That one made you really smile.
"I think we should make that come true." Someone said with a teasing tone from behind you, causing you to scream, drop the ball, and throw a punch. A groan emits from the male standing before you. He was holding his nose and had a frown.
"Oh shit— I'm so sorry..." You immediately apologize, peeling his hand away from his nose to see what happened. Didn't seem like anything was broken, just a nosebleed.
You rushed to get a tissue and held it to his nose with a concerned and apologetic look. Bachira stood there motionless, only looking at you, unreadable. His eyes were a little teary but that was only due to the punch. His gaze was clouded by an emotion you couldn't quite put your hands on.
His bleeding stopped after a while and it started to rain so you both gave up on playing football. Now you two were sitting on your bed. "Man, why'd it have to rain so soon...?"
"Maybe if you didn't take so long admiring the ball..." Bachira says playfully, earning a soft hit to the shoulder, "You're hurting me so much today!"
"I said I was sorry!"
"I didn't hear it."
"Oh, c'mon..."
The yellow-eyed male laughs before calming down. He looks around your room for anything fun but spots nothing. The only interesting thing was the phone number on a piece of paper lying on your desk. "What's that?" He questions.
You hum in confusion, following his gaze. "Just a phone number." The scene of Aiku slyly handing over his number replays in your head. A light shade of pink dusts across your cheeks and you clear your throat in embarrassment.
Especially when you remember he called you his girlfriend in order to get rid of that freak.
"Oh," Bachira's curious look fades into another blank expression with a hint of suspicion. Did he not believe you? It's not like you were lying. You just weren't being direct. "Okay."
