#mk. bachira meguru

[antennaed-kenzy]

Tulip

❀ Meguru Bachira x f! reader

❀ Warning: half proofread, curse words

❀ Flower Series number 5 The Violet

❀ Extras: Work count 2.6k+ Roses are red Violets are blue here is a Tulip just for you. No joke I stayed up till almost three writing half this. Then went to bed. This has to take the cake for this series for far. I love Bachira so much

{Y/n} is left to wonder why he gave her the tulips.

Holding hands in one and carrying bags in the other. She loved her life. Her boyfriend would buy her jewels every time they were out. Necklaces, bracelets, heels, anything she wanted she would get. He was rarely home but the gifts made up for everything when he did return. Right now he was home, but he was always on the phone.

‘Busy as ever,’ She thought while cooking lunch for the both of them.

His assistant ran to the kitchen to find her. He had big news and news that sure shattered her heart. “He’s cheating on you!” His assistant yelled at her as she was taking food out of the oven.

As she heard the news she dropped the hot pan on her foot. She was more focused on the assistant than the burn now forming on her foot. “What the hell?!” She was in shock not sure if she should yell at the assistant for saying such a thing or going to slap her soon-to-be ex.

The second option seemed to be the better one when she slapped the phone out of his hand and into a fish bowl. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You cheater!” She yelled at her now ex-boyfriend who didn’t want her to leave.

“It’s not what you think, babe. He pleaded not bothering with his phone that was soaking in the fishbowl that seemed to have no fish.

“Don’t babe me. I’m thee {Y/n} {L/n}. The person who made you stand this tall and you cheat on me!” {Y/n} one of the five top business owners in the Kanto region is the first one to her cheated on like this. “I loved you and brought you from the ground up,” She pointed at him as he backed away from her. “This is how you repay me? Not with money, not with love to me, but from someone else.”

She pointed to the elevator, “Get out!” She yelled at him for the whole region to hear.

The ex-boyfriend had no time to talk as {Y/n} was ready to tell someone to throw him out, even if he was thrown from the window. She didn’t care, she wanted the cheater out. He didn’t walk out either, he ran and didn’t even have the chance to take his car on the way.

Living a life without love at first can be hard. Especially if you lived with it your whole life. For {Y/n} it was hard at first to be told such horrible news about the guy she would have married. Now it’s easy, a life without love I mean.

It’s easier for her to say no to people as she doesn't care as much about people's hearts as before. She can get more business deals this way. {Y/n} went from being in the top 5 best businesses in the Kanto region to being in the best 3 in the whole region. Her next goal was in the whole of Japan. She would show that a woman can go further than a man without their help.

Her ex, who will only be mentioned this one time from here on out. Has become one of the top 50 worst criminals in America. That’s right he moved to America to not be reminded and ashamed of who he didn’t get. Even the girl he was with ditched him when she was told his ex was {Y/n} and they were together when he and her were together. Sad right.

{Y/n} was waiting at a train station, unusually for her but not out of the ordinary either. She was taking it cause the ride was shorter, well more peaceful than riding her car. What she didn’t know was that this day was the day that she would have her views changed by some flower and a guy.

Bachira Meguru was an average guy. Well to most rich people he was an average guy. To any normal person, he was far more. Bachira loved to play soccer more than he loved to be with people, well besides his mom. He also had a friend, not a real friend. Someone made in his head that had formed into a shadow. that followed him around and played soccer with him when no one did.

Today Bachira was waiting at the Train station after playing soccer for time than more than the average human. He was sitting on the bench playing with the ball under his feet to not be bored with him and the time. He heard someone approach him from behind. They seemed to be crying or laughing. He could tell sometimes they sounded similar it was hard to tell.

It was confirmed they were crying when a bouquet of tulips landed in his lap. The person must have mistaken him for the trash can that was a little more to his left. Bachira thought that maybe the person was heartbroken and just ran away from their feelings. He looked at the trash can and then at the flowers.

How can someone throw away such a beautiful bouquet of tulips, even if their heart is shattered into pieces?

The train had arrived and the station. {Y/n} and Bachira walked on the train at the same time but through different doors. They had sat across from each other, maybe by fate? {Y/n} looked at Bachira, then at the flowers in his lap.

She speculated that maybe he was going on a date and he bought the flowers for the date. OR maybe he was selfish and bought them for himself to act as a gift, typical male morals.

He looked at {Y/n} seeing she was dressed more formally, even more than the average working Japanese male. He thought that maybe she was going to secure a job interview and she needed to be all fancy. Or maybe she liked the attire and just decided to put it on.

They both looked at the bouquet of tulips. Each with a different thought in mind. Bachira was wondering who he would give them to, maybe his sweet mother. While {Y/n} was curious why he had a bouquet when he wasn’t dressed for a date. As the train made its first stop more people got out while others left, but the two stayed in the same spot each with different views on life.

At the next stop, it was the same, more people got on while others filtered out. Still, the two remain on the train. Bachira now wanted to introduce himself to the lady as they had been on this train together for three stops. {Y/n} wanted to ask the man a question about his life why he didn’t let go of the flowers, and why he was carrying a soccer ball with him.

At the fourth stop, Bachira got up. But not to leave. No, now he was sitting next to {Y/n} still with the flowers in his lap and soccer ball to his side.

“Why?” She asked finally breaking the silence on the train and between the two.

Bachira was going to lie through his teeth so he told the truth. “By the gods above, they dropped these flowers in my lap. By a man whose heart seems to have been shattered by another human.”

Love, in a world full of love you can’t live without. That’s what these flowers that were in Bachira's lap represented.

“Why are you so formal?”

{Y/n} looked at him like he had lost his mind. “I am {Y/n} {L/n}.”

That didn't explain much so he asked again only to be met with a disguised face from the lady. “And I’m Bachira Meguru?” He didn’t know whether to introduce himself or just keep quiet, but keeping the conversation going seemed to prove him the better choice.

She sighed a heavy sigh off her shoulder. Like a weight was lifted off the world. “I’m a businesswoman in an industry full of pointless men. They only care for themself and I’m to prove there is more to life than just money and women.”

Bachita got up from his seat at the train stopped another time. “This is my stomp sorry for leaving so soon, but take these.” He dropped the tulips in her and walked off the train with only his soccer ball.

{Y/n} was stunned to speak as the train doors shut again to continue the ride. When it was her stop which was the next one over she got off the train with the flowers still in her hand. She had a long walk home. Her mind couldn’t stop thinking back to Bachiar and the little talk they had. Even though it was short, she learned a lot from him.

Maybe men weren’t as pointless as she thought. Maybe some still have value in this world and should be taken care of and sought after. When she got home she put the tulips in vases all around the penthouse. She put the last flower in the vase and carried it to her home office. She set it next the to picture of her and her mother. One she cherished oh so much.

Bachira had a short walk. He took one of the tulips to give to his mother as a give. Motherly is more important than anything in this world. To be loved by a mother is to be cherished and seen. Though his brain kept going back to the train ride with {Y/n}. He wanted to talk to her more, but by the time he built up the courage to talk to her, it wasn’t long before it was his stop to get off.

He arrived mom and the first thing that greeted his eyes was one of his mother's new artworks. It was abstract, but if you looked closely it was in the shape of a woman who was holding her body. He stared at the picture and the one person that came to mind was the lady he met on the train, {Y/n}.

Bachira saw his mother was in her workshop and he decided to surprise her. But it was the opposite. She had surprised him. His mother saw the tulip and a big smile appeared on her face. Bachira held the flower toward his mother, “Here, for you.”

“Thank you so much,” She says with the utmost gratitude. She put the flower aside and gave a big hug to her son. “You should have given it to someone in need.”

He was shocked to hear those words. This was his chance, he did get out in the world and some people did accept him. “I did. I gave a bouquet to this lady on the train. She was dressed in formal attire. {Y/n} {l/n}.” He said the name aloud and his mother was in pure shock.

“The same woman who owns multiple art museums around here?”

“Sure.” He shrugged his shoulder not sure if it was the same woman or not. He had never seen her so who's to say she has a popular name?

His mother could only laugh at her son for being oblivious. Bachira could only give a big smile to his mother before walking away with the flower to put it in a cup with water. He placed it by the sink. Then his idea struck. He placed it by the new painting at the entrance of the house. To be reminded of the moment he met her for the first time.

The first time leaves for a lot more openings. {Y/n} was at the train station again waiting to see if he would arrive. She had no idea why she was here, but her body acted on its own. Something it hasn't done in a long time.

Bachira was at the other end of the train waiting for the doors to open and see if he could stop her in the morning rush of people. He had a tulip in his hand without a soccer ball today. Which was unusual for him.

Once the train doors opened both of them got on the train finding the same seat they sat on last time. They sit opposite each other. Bachira looked at {Y/n} attire seeing her style never changed since the last time. {Y/n} looked at Bachira flowers seeing it was the same gift he had last time.

Without a second to lose Bachira sat by {Y/n} and gave her the tulip, unlike the last time they met on the train. She accepted the tulips with a smile on her face. She brought the flower up to her nose smelling the sweet citrus and honey smell. They didn’t get to talk long when the train made its first stop.

Bachira got up and grabbed {Y/n}’s hand. They walked off the train and out of the station to see they had arrived in the countryside of Japan. They walked through the streets with little to no people at all around them. It was just the two of them and the tulip that {Y/n} brought along. She couldn’t bring herself to let it go.

They walk and talk getting to know each other more than on the train. {Y/n} learns that Bachira wants to play soccer for a big team one day and that he has been playing since he was little. He also told her about his mom and her love for art.

This brought up that {Y/n} owns some art museums in the area. I guess his mom was right, she is the one {Y/n} {L/n}. She also told how she grew up in the big part of Japan and then moved out here by herself due to her parents holding her back.

For two people growing up in different lives, they sure have a lot in common. Their passion for two different goals though they had a similar ending in each. To make it to the top and be the best in all of Japan then to the world. Where their names with be learned by many and by all.

As they walked further and talked longer they made it across a house of a man. A man who sells tulips for a living. Bachira went over asking for a full bouquet of them to give away. As he was going to pay {Y/n} got in the way and paid for them with her own money.

“A good deed goes longer than a simple wad of cash.” She gave the gardener more money than the flowers cost. All for the cost to invest more work and time to make this field more majestic than the human heart.

Bachira and {Y/n} get back on the train and start to give out the tulips. Everyone who received one, from young to old, had a smile on their faces and gave a heartwarming thank you. Some even a hug if they felt like they needed something in return.

You can’t live in a world without love when the world is full of love to give. That’s why {Y/n} had gone through so many problems by herself. Now she had Bachira a man who will love her like it would of be gone tomorrow.

Just a few years later after sharing their dreams with each other. They seemed to have accomplished them together and their names spread worldwide. {Y/n} being the head of the business and a woman at that. Bachira went on to win two World Cups for Japan and made better friends than ever before.

In the garden of the house, they bought together. They grew tulips in the backyard and would always, well Bachira would always pick one fresh and give it to the love of his life every time they went on a date. Or when they would just spend time with each other.

a/n: My fingers were rushing. Next flower in a lily of the valley, one of what I think beautiful flowers ever with Hiori. support me here if you want: ko-fi

[antennaed-kenzy]

Winter Weather

☃︎ Bachira Meguru x f! reader

☃︎ Warning: not prof-read,

☃︎ Misc: Word Count: 600+ 12 days of Christmas special with the Blue Lock Boys. 5/12 days with the bumble bee Bachira Meguru. Hope you enjoy it.

☃︎ In which the weather gets colder and colder.

The first day of December was the hottest. Bachira wanted to go for a walk with his girlfriend {Y/n}. He begged and begged her with those puppy eyes, and she couldn't say no.

From that day on the two of them went on walks every day. Even if it was really cold. They would bundle up and hold hands keeping each other warm. Even if it was hotter they would hold.

"Today is going to be on the colder side, Meguru. Make sure you dress warm!" {Y/n} yells through the house. Right now she was making lunch before they went on their daily walk.

"Ok!" Bachira hollered back. He was rummaging through his closet trying to find something warm to wear. And right now he couldn't find anything.

"Hurry, Megu," The [h/c]-haired female shouted. She was finished making lunch and was setting up the table for her and her boyfriend who wasn't down yet.

She decided to go and check on him and help him. The woman made her way to their bedroom. When she opened the door she was greeted with clothes all on the floor. Even some of her clothes were scattered on the floor.

{Y/n} walked through the mess making sure not to step on the clothes as she really didn't want to wash them again. "Bachira Meguru, what the hell are you doing making this big of a mess?" She looked a him through the mirror in the bathroom.

Bachira turned around with a big bright smile on his face., "Getting all pretty to see you. But you spoiled the fun." His smile turned into a frown and his shoulders dipped down.

"Aw, Meguru, you were always pretty. Even if you look like a mess." She walked over to him pinching his cheeks making him look at her. "You're so cute when you pout, did you know that."

He puffed out his cheeks making the girl let go. With a swift movement, he fell into her body giving her a hug by surprise.

"I love you, {N/n}

"I love you too, Megu. Now let's go eat lunch before we go on that walk. " {Y/n} let go of the hug.

The two of them walked into the dining room. They sat down to eat their lunch before they got ready for the walk. They bundled up putting on heavy coats gloves and boots.

"Ready, {N/n}?" The ombre yellow-haired asked turning around after zipping up his jacket.

"Just about," She finished putting on her boots before standing up.

"Then Let's go!" Bachira grabbed his girlfriend's hand. He opens the door for them letting her out first.

It was still snowing outside, and pretty hard at that. But they were going for a walk it didn't matter, this was a daily routine at this point and nothing was going to stop that, besides really bad weather.

They would keep each other warm, Even holding hands was enough warmth for them. Their love was enough to keep them warm. The two were such a cute couple it put old couples to shame.

Bachira and {Y/n} walked their normal path. Walking past the local playground seeing kids play and parents to watch. They also walked past the new convenience store.

Bachira wanted to take a pit stop to look at what's inside, but {Y/n} said they could visit it later when they weren't on the walk. They continued walking past the small chocolate store. It smelt so good but {Y/n} kept on walking making Bachira follow along.

They finished their walk and made their way back home. {Y/n} took her boyfriend's jacket to put it in the washer. Meanwhile, Bachira went to the bedroom lying down pulling the blankets over him.

When {Y/n} was done loading the washer she lay in bed with him. The two lay there not talking just cuddling, they had fallen asleep without realizing it.

a/n: I know. This took me a while. It was busy around Christmas and I timed this series wrong. Along with my main computer not working (still not), I'm thankful for having another computer to use. I also wrote the rest of this series on paper.