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A TALL FIGURE appears as the door opens. Bachira can be seen with a confused expression with disheveled hair in view. Once again, a sight that would be considered normal to others, was a breathtaking view for you. Who are you kidding? The simps for Bachira would be included. You didn't realize how long you were staring until he began to speak.
"Y/n..?"
'Fuck'. You had been wandering off for far too long. A rush of embarrassment strikes you. You were probably a light shade of red.
"Sorry- uh, I had trouble sleeping."
He looks even more confused than before as his eyebrows furrowed.
"And your thought process was to show up at my door-?" He chuckles.
You just realized how dumb that sounded, "I know it sounds stupid, but yea, that was my first choice. I thought you could help me somehow- I honestly don't even know why I'm here. I just let my feet take me wherever it pleased."
He smiles softly, "Come in, Y/n."
You're genuinely quite shocked. Excitement flows through your body, as expected. You try to hide it and reply with a 'thank you'
He closes the door behind him and locks it.
You plop yourself on his bed and immediately start scanning his room. There were posters of famous soccer players scattered on the walls like Neymar, Messi, Ronaldinho, and others you couldn't name. You also noticed little figurines of soccer players as well. You were actually pretty proud that you could recognize a few. He had quite a colorful room with vibrant colors to be seen in various places. This encapsulated his vibrant personality and you thought it suited him nicely. The smell wasn't of a horrible stench either, and smelled like Bachira's natural odor. You realize you've never actually been in Bachira's room in all the times you've visited and only ever caught glimpses whenever his door was cracked. This sudden realization made you a little nervous. In the midst of all this thinking Bachira plants himself right next to you.
"You look like you're in deep thought Y/n, could it be because you don't like my room?" He pouts.
You quickly respond with, "No! That's not it at all, quite the opposite actually. I think It suits you really well." You give him a soft smile.
A glint can be seen in his golden eyes as he smiles. You were no mind reader, but he seems pleased at your response.
"Do you wanna watch some soccer matches with me Y/n?" He asks cheerfully.
You were never one to be enthusiastic about sports, but soccer was different. It was the one sport you could stay engaged in. Whether it was so immersive because of Bachira, or just something about the sport itself, it seemed fun.
You smile and say, "Sure, I'd love to."
Bachira excitedly grabs the remote for the small tv in his room and wastes no time finding a video.
You watch as the players on screen do all types of tricks, score multiple goals in an extremely short duration, and radiate their egotistical energy, in amazement.
"Y/n, Y/n! Did you see that? He just did a midair elastico! I can do that too, I'll show you one day!"
You chuckle at his excitement when talking about soccer. Even if you don't know what he was talking about half the time, you found it rather cute that he was so passionate and dedicated towards this certain topic. The way his eyes sparkled made his honey-colored eyes all the more effortless to get lost in and just his overall expression when it came to the subject never failed to make you smile.
"I can't wait," was your response.
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You don't know how long you've been staring at the screen but your eyelids are beginning to give out. You mindlessly rest your head on Bachira's shoulder and allow yourself to doze off only knowing the darkness emerging and faded voices from the tv.
❝𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐕❞ ⤵
My eyes are glued to the screen until I feel something bump my shoulder. I look over my shoulder to see a passed out Y/n. Glad she finally got some shut eye.
I chuckle softly, "How cute."
I lay her down in a more comfortable position on my bed and pull the sheets over her, careful not to wake her up. I then swiftly turn off the lights and take a minute to catch my breath as I have been trying not to wake her up even by my breathing.
"I guess I'm sleeping on the floor," I sigh.
When I reach to grab a spare pillow on my bed, I feel someone's soft grip on my arm.
It was Y/n. She stared at me in her half asleep state and mumbled something I couldn't quite catch.
"Please, la....me" She mumbles.
"What was that Y/n..?" I whisper.
She opens her eyes a bit wider, "Please, lay with me."
I was slightly taken aback by the request but manage to collect myself and smile softly. How could I say no to someone who looks as innocent as her at this moment?
"Alright, make room."
I carefully plant myself beside her and turn to face her. She rubs her eyes so she can open them a bit wider before slowly opening her mouth to speak.
"Did I fall asleep? 'm sorry.."
I give a reassuring smile, "No, don't worry about it. Isn't that what you came here for in the first place?"
She turns a bit red, "N-no! I didn't come in here to sleep with yo-"
Her slurring over her words causes me to laugh, "Relax. I mean didn't you come in here to get some shut eye? What were you thinking?"
Instead of responding she just covers her face that's probably flushed pink. Not that I can see it in this lighting very well anyway.
"Just shush." she mutters.
❝𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕❞ ⤵
'Why am I getting so flustered, and in front of him? This is fucking embarrassing.' You thought.
You can see him smiling through your hands and you couldn't help but look in awe. The moonlight from the window accentuated his remarkably well shaped features and made him more attractive than he already was. With the moonlight and its position it was safe to say that it was definitely a paid actor, and a well paid one. You can't take your eyes off of him no matter how much you longed to because at this point, you'd turned into a full cherry tomato. Thank God the room was dark enough to not see much of a tint.
He must've noticed you staring because he giggles and unexpectedly reaches for your hair and begins stroking it in a comforting manner.
"Don't hide your pretty face Y/n, I can barely see it enough in this lighting."
That comment had done it. You were no doubt flushed. Did Bachira just call you pretty? Cloud Nine was in arms reach. You were completely tongue tied. This moment feels like it had confirmed your feelings but you were determined to deny them. There is no way you'd give in to these nonsensical thoughts.
A few moments of silence go by as the both of you stare into each other's eyes. The atmosphere had changed without a doubt. You were sinking further into his moonlit eyes while his hand rested on the side of your face. You don't quite remember how your faces became mere inches apart but you had trouble thinking at all at this moment. You can feel his hot breath on yours until the distance between you two had completely closed. You didn't know what you were thinking but one thing was for certain. You needed to feel the feeling of his lips on yours. With that single thought your lips crash onto his. The movement of your lips and his sync perfectly. His hands moved to your thighs and started caressing them in a soft manner. You have finally reached Cloud Nine. Your mind has left you. All you could feel was the exchanging of saliva and his hands gently squeezing and stroking the side of your thigh. You start to run your hands through his soft hair as your vision blurs and slightly tug on it whenever he squeezes your thigh. This action causes him to moan into your mouth which only makes it harder for you to control yourself. When he unexpectedly begins tugging at the waistband of your pants you suddenly regain the ability to think and instantly push yourself off causing the both of you to pant heavily.
"What's wrong Y/n?.." He asks while catching his breath.
"I can't do this- I'm so sorry. What about Akari?"
His eyes stray away from yours and he sighs. A disappointed expression could be seen on his face as a brief moment of silence passes by.
"You should return to your room. I assume Akari wouldn't be too happy if she found you in my room on my bed like this."
You're a bit hurt from how quickly things had to end and how fast he let it go. Was it so bad that you wished that he begged you to stay? What are you thinking? You were the one to mention things in the first place. Maybe it was better that things ended before they escalated to the point of no return.
"Yea, that's right- goodnight Bachira." You say.
"Goodnight Y/n. Please sleep well." he replies.
You get up and off of the comforting sheets and walk towards the door where you enter the corridor you came from. Making your way back to Akari's room, you couldn't help but feel a bit upset. It felt so right, but you knew it was wrong. You didn't want to stop but the guilt would have definitely been too huge to bear. Why did things have to be so complicated?
You find yourself at Akari's bedroom door and slowly open it in an attempt to not make a lot of noise that would wake her. You breathe a sigh of relief when you close the door and hear her subtle snores. You lay back down in your "bed" and almost instantly fall asleep again.
'I can't think straight at all right now. I'll leave this to the morning Y/n..."
With that last thought, you fall asleep leaving your morning self to collect yourself on what the fuck just happened.
A/N: Chapter 4 is finally out after months of waiting! I'm terribly sorry TT But I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for being here and taking the time to read my stuff. It means a lot <33 Lots of love xx
- Emmy