Bachira Meguru :)

Meguru watched from the bench with a crooked smile, one of those smiles that never quite felt truly happy. Carla was a few feet away, sitting on the grass next to Isagi, reviewing plays sketched with his finger in the dirt. They laughed, leaned towards each other, sharing that tactical world that Meguru had always loved to invade without permission. But not today. Today they weren't expecting him.

Training had already ended, but they were still there, as if time didn't exist. Meguru kicked an empty bottle and paced in circles, unable to leave. He felt that uncomfortable tingling in his chest, a mixture of annoyance and fear he couldn't quite name. Every time Carla nodded at something Isagi explained, something inside him tightened even more.

"Since when do you like listening to others so much, huh?" Meguru muttered, though no one seemed to hear him. "You used to run with me even if you didn't understand anything."

He moved a little closer. Carla didn't look up. She didn't notice Meguru's presence, nor the way her usual smile became strained. Meguru crossed his arms, tilting his head, as if analyzing a puzzle he didn't want to solve.

"It's not that Isagi bothers me..." he said softly, almost convincing himself. "But with you it's different. Too different."

The wind rustled the grass, and Meguru remembered past training sessions, chaotic laughter, aimless runs. Now everything seemed more serious, more distant. He took a step forward, then stopped, biting his lip.

"Hey, Carla..." Her voice was softer, more broken. "If you get bored, let me know. I still know how to entertain you."

There was no response. Carla remained focused, oblivious to the intense gaze that followed him. Meguru laughed to himself, a short, hollow laugh, and turned away.

—Tch… I guess it's just me being jealous again.

And yet, he didn't leave completely. He stayed close, watching, waiting for Carla to look back at some point.

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