His head hit something. Gently, but it still felt like concrete (so it was probably concrete). Something sticky squeezed his eyes back open to a navy blue skin-tight sleeve. Beyond that, large metal plates with exactly 𝟾 bolts each, in even 𝟺 𝚋𝚢 𝟸 arrangement. Of course they were even. The whole room, Meguru gave an off-hand estimation, was about 𝟷𝟾 𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. About as soon as he perceived this, a timer for 𝟸 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟷𝟼 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 beeped and clicked down. He reached out to screw in what looked like a loose bolt, but the wall shied from his hand ever-so slightly. He tried again and it did the same.
2. Surely this was a probability he was simply losing, and if he just kept going for 𝟷,𝟶𝟶𝟶,𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, it would work.
4. Meguru had that sort of time, so began a step-dance with the wall that soon reached perfect 𝟽𝟻 𝙱𝙿𝙼.
4. And as it turned out, the alarm clock rang the moment he could grip the bolt, but instead of being able to tighten it, it fell completely out of the panel.
10. Said panel fell backwards into a carpeted hallway.
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Liminal Lonely- Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock)
FanfictionA sweet lil drabble of an evening in the Bachira household :) NOTE: Intended to be read on AO3
