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꒰ i won ★ ˎˊ˗
ft. Bachira Meguru x f!reader/m!reader
「 cw: jealousy, physical touch, & CORNYness. 」
req by: @flowerformeguru - sorry if its so corny.💔
idea by: @solocutie - thank!
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You should’ve known the second he tugged you through the entrance—practically bouncing—that this wasn’t going to be a normal date.
Not with Bachira.
“Come onnnn, Y/n!” he said, dragging your hand with both of his like he was afraid you’d float away. “We’re gonna miss the dolphin show!”
“Meg, it starts in twenty minutes,” you laughed.
“Which is why we have to hurry! What if they start without us? What if the dolphins miss me?”
He said it like the dolphins were emotionally invested in him being there.
You couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.
The aquarium lighting bathed him in soft ripples of blue. Every tank you passed made him gasp like a kid. But when you reached the dolphins—
He froze.
Soft inhale.
Then—
“LOOK!!”
Bachira smushed his face against the glass like a cartoon, palms wide.
“They’re so CUTE! Y/n, LOOK AT THEEEEMM.”
“I am looking!!” you snorted
“No, look with your heart.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile was too wide to hide.
One dolphin swam by and blew a perfect ring of bubbles.
Bachira smacked your arm. “DID YOU SEE THAT?! HE SAID HI TO ME.”
He pressed both hands to the glass dramatically.
“That’s my friend now. My buddy..”
You opened your mouth—
but the dolphin swam past again.
This time, it looked directly at you.
Bachira went silent.
You crouched to the glass and the dolphin followed, matching your angle.
You laughed quietly, tapping the glass gently.
“Aww, hi!!! Meg you’re right they are cute—“
The dolphin squeaked and wiggled happily in place.
You leaned closer.
Bachira’s eyes narrowed.
Not angrily.
Not upset.
Just…
Suspicious!
“..he never does that for me,” he mumbled under his breath.
“What?” you asked, turning slightly.
“Nothing!” he said too quickly.
But he stepped closer to you.
Close like maybe he wanted the dolphin to notice him too.
The dolphin ignored him completely and chirped at you again.
Your face lit up.
“He’s SO cute.”
Bachira blinked.
Slowly.
“Oh,” he said, voice dropping.
“Cute, huh.”
You were too distracted by the dolphin to notice the dolphin to notice the way Bachira’s shoulders tensed.
The dolphin pressed its nose to the glass right where your hand was.
You squealed. “MEGURU LOOOKK—he likes me!!!!”
“..yeah, :C” he said.
No bounce.
No sparkles
Just stillness.
You turned to him.
He forced a smile.
But his eyes..something had dimmed.
The dolphin squeaked again, and you immediately turn back, giggling, giving soft little coos and waving at it.
Meanwhile, Bachira watched you.
Quietly.
You felt a hand slide around your waist—loose, uncertain— Bachira leaning in just slightly behind you.
Then he whispered, a tiny and low:
“….do you not want me anymore?”
You froze.
Completely.
“…meguru?”
He didn’t lift his head.
His forehead rested against your shoulder, warm, soft, hesitant.
“I mean..” he muttered, fingers curling shyly at your shirt.
“You said he was cute. And you gave him all your smiles. you forgot I existed for a second.”
You turned toward him gently, and let out a small chuckle.
“..are you jealous of a dolphin..?”
“No,” he said immediately.
“Yes.”
“No..”
(Yes.)
His arms wrapped around you tighter.
“He liked you,” he whispered.
“So?” you laugh.
“So you liked him back!” he mumbled.
You cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at you.
“Meguru.”
He blinked up at you, pouty, guilty, embarassed, and stupidly adorable.
“You’re insane for thinking I would want a dolphin,” you said still chuckling, “Infact you would be the one who wants one.”
He looks away shyly.
“I only want the Bachira Meguru,” you say slightly stabbing his chest with your finger.
His expression cracked open in an instant.
“You do?” he asked, as if you hadn’t been dating him this whole time.
“Well obviously..?”
He hugged you tight—full squeeze—burying his face in your neck like he was trying to disappear on you.
“Good,” he murmured.
You laughed.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Ehh, I could be whatever you want,”
And right on cue, the dolphin swam by—splashing the glass—like it was teasing him.
Bachira stuck his tongue out at it.
“Boo. Y/n chose me.”
You rolled your eyes.
“I won,” he whispered.
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divider: ©dollywons
note: this was so hard ngl. IM CHEESING SO BAD. bachira is such a complicated character to make abt omg. i am actually cringing so bad im crine. SON 😭
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