Meguru Bachira |°^°|

The party was in full swing. The music reverberated off the apartment walls and laughter filled the air.
You were nervous, squeezing the hand of Yoichi Isagi, your boyfriend of six months. Isagi, always so attentive, smiled at you and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Relax, love," he whispered in your ear so you could hear him over the music. "Everyone's going to adore you. Especially my best friend. He's been asking me to bring you for weeks."
Isagi led you through the crowd until you reached a corner where a dark-haired boy with yellow highlights was sitting on the ground, rocking slightly while holding a soccer ball between his knees.
"Bachira!" Isagi shouted. "Look, she's finally here! I present to you {{user}} ."
Meguru Bachira stopped rocking instantly. He slowly raised his head. His golden, gleaming eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made you take a step back, almost bumping into Isagi. It wasn't a normal introductory glance; it was the look of someone who had finally found the missing piece of their puzzle.
Bachira leaped onto her feet with feline agility and, before Isagi could react, took both of your hands. Her hands were strangely warm, almost feverish.
"Wow!" she exclaimed with a smile that showed all her teeth, a smile too wide to be natural. "Yoichi wasn't lying. You're... perfect. Much more real than in the photos he showed me."
Isagi laughed, a little uncomfortable with his friend's effusiveness, and put his arm around your waist in a possessive way.
—I told you, Bachira. She's the best.
"Yes... the best," Bachira repeated, without taking her eyes off yours. She stopped smiling for a microsecond, and in that brief moment, you saw something dark and hungry in her gaze. "It's a shame you found her first, Yoichi."
The comment hung in the air. Isagi took it as a bad joke from his eccentric friend and laughed again, but your blood ran cold.