᪤ meguru bachira x reader ╱ he’s just a guy head over heels for you…what would he do if you were to die…?
“bachira, can i ask you something?” hips straddling his, he is laid back upon the soft sheets, head gently laying against the cloud-like pillow, doe eyes looking up at your face. your words make him raise a brow, curious as to what it is. he nods is response. “what would you do if i died?” you ask, the question making him slightly startled.
“huh?” hands plastered to your hips drawing slow circles into the bone, he asks “what’d you mean.” you giggle at his reaction, before settling down and rephrasing your statement.
“ok,” your smile barely reaching your eyes. “if i were to die, doesn’t matter of what or how,” you make sure to add because you know bachira is the type to ask for little unimportant details. “how would you react?” you ask, voice slightly more shy then it previously was, smile staying the same.
“mmmh…” bachira audibly thinks. “not sure. i guess i’d be very sad,” he pauses for a second, gaze averting to look around the room as though looking for something and then landing back on your face. “yeah,” he confirms, “i think i’d be like very, very sad. i wouldn’t like losing someone i like.” his words bring heat to your face. you already knew he liked you, but hearing him say it makes you feel all weird.
your smile finally reaches your eyes and you spot a blush on his face. you think that his own words might’ve made him blush. they did, he too, felt all weird in his stomach at his words. admitting he actually likes you and would be heartbroken if he were to lose you. you were one of the only people who except him just the way he is and never look down upon him like he’s something strange; an alien from a different planet.
sure bachira isn’t the most straight headed person on earth, but who is? you like he’s weird habits, how he tends to do certain things twice ‘for good luck’, or how when he gets in the bath the first thing he does is wash behind his ears before anything else. on his days off bachira will spend his every second with you, because being alone makes him feel like he’s a little boy all over again. and you have all the time in the world to give him because he makes you feel like no other has ever.
these things makes him special, make him yours.
you lean your body down to his pressing your forehead to his. your noses bump against one another and you kiss his lips gently, “i like you too.” you breath in between the kiss.
bachira feels like the luckiest boy on earth in this very moment.
