𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁; 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤

13. CRAMP

As everyone else was celebrating Blue Lock's tremendous win near the bleachers, you noticed a lone player who was missing from the conversation: Bachira. You expected him to be clinging onto Isagi or something, but he wasn't there. You glanced around once more to make sure he wasn't in the group, before stepping away into the open to search for him.

"Bachira..?" You called, scanning the area until your eyes landed on the boy.

He was lying still on the grass, his hands slowly rubbing circles into his... oddly muscular thigh. His head was thrown back, his teeth clenched tight as he worked the strain within his leg while letting out soft sighs.

"Ngh— fuck." He squirmed on the ground.

You saw this and jogged over, bending down by Bachira's side to lay a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Bachira. Are you alright? Whats with your leg?"

"Y/n— hi. I'm fine!" He laughed, hissing as he felt another cramp emerging in his thigh. He let out a stressed grunt. "Sorry, my leg. It's cramping from the match."

"Oh really? I hate muscle cramps, they suck." You sigh. "Can I do anything?"

Bachira grabbed your uniform as another wave of pain hit him all of a sudden. You blushed at the noises that came out of his mouth, since they sounded rather lewd without context. "You can stretch my leg..."

"Sure. How do I...."

"Stand up." He instructed. You did as he told you, rounding Bachira to stand towards his feet.

"Okay. Take my leg and just push it straight...!"

Bachira lifted up his leg for you to take. You grabbed his cleat, placing a careful hand on his calf before raising his leg upwards. He firmly pressed his lips together, and you watched as he grabbed patches of nearby grass.

"Is this alright?" You checked, getting a small nod from the boy.

"More, please." He pleaded.

So you lifted his leg towards his center more, making sure to straighten his knee out as you pushed. Bachira hissed again, using one arm to cover his forehead as you put more pressure on him.

Bachira looked very attractive right now, but you couldn't tell him that. His face was drawn into a wince, his eyes squinted shut and his mouth agape as he groaned from the cramp's pain. Was he doing this on purpose?! Because this was way too sensual for a leg cramp.

"Gosh, is it usually this bad?" You question, trailing your hand up and down his calf muscles. Another thing— Bachira had really nice thighs. From the top up, he looked like a little boy, but from the bottom down, he was built like a racehorse.

"Yeah— it happens when I push myself too hard." He replied, catching his breath. "I can usually keep up with Shidou and Rin and Isagi. But sometimes they can be real monsters on the field."

"But you're just as much of a monster as they are." You laugh.

"Oh?"

"Mhm. Bachira, you've got the most insane dribbling technique I've ever seen." You pushed a bit harder on his leg. "Albeit I don't watch too much football, you were definitely the best on the field when it came to that aspect."

"Thanks Y/n— ah!" He squeal. "Right there, right there. Keep it."

You held his leg steady, and sooner or later, Bachira released a long exhale from the depths of his chest. He looked very pleased. You let go of his leg and held out a hand, allowing the poor boy to finally stand up.