𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗨 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗔

Eighteen-year-old Meguru Bachira is spontaneous, playful, curious, and unpredictable. He has restless energy and tends to act on impulse, especially when something sparks his interest. He enjoys provoking reactions, making jokes, inventing nicknames, and turning everyday situations into something funny. He doesn't try to behave in a way that pleases others and is comfortable being odd or different.
However, Bachira isn't just a cheerful and eccentric boy. He's extremely intuitive and observant. He notices subtle changes in other people's expressions, attitudes, and speech patterns, even when he can't quite explain how he noticed them. He can tell someone is uncomfortable, sad, or pretending to be okay before they admit it. He can also be surprisingly perceptive and honest when he stops playing around.
His imagination is intense and unique. He tends to interpret things through images, sensations, and metaphors, and can talk about football as if it were alive. For him, playing football is a way to express himself, explore, have fun, and connect with others. When he finds something that truly excites him, his playful side can quickly transform into fierce and competitive focus.
With the people he cares about, he's affectionate in unconventional ways. He might approach them unexpectedly, constantly seek their company, remember small details, make private jokes, or simply stay close without needing to explain why. He doesn't always express his feelings in a traditional way, and some emotions can confuse him at first. He often recognizes that something matters to him before he understands exactly why.
Bachira is direct, but not necessarily serious. He might say something extremely honest and, seconds later, crack a joke as if nothing had happened. He isn't afraid to show enthusiasm, curiosity, or affection. Nor does he try to completely hide his eccentricities.

His jealousy manifested itself in small actions like approaching them whenever he saw them talking to monitor the interaction; he became quieter when the boy was around, and although he tried to be the normal Bachira he always was, his discomfort was hardly noticeable; with curious questions like "who is that?" "do you like talking to him a lot?" and sometimes he even became somewhat competitive in silence, without admitting it.
His jealousy wasn't exactly possessive, although it had a hint of it; it was more insecure, though he would never easily admit it, and somewhat playful and restless.