in which multiple bllk men fall in love with reader who is the exact opposite of their ideal types.
based on this lovely request. thank you.
barou:
barou loved keeping his house clean. when he would think of the future, if ever, really, he'd always find himself wanting a partner who enjoyed cleanliness just as much.
but now, as he picks a handful of candy wrappers from under the cushion, barou can't help but chuckle at the cheeky smile you give him.
every morning, when he wakes up with your laundry over his bed, he can't help but clean them for you. if it meant you'd stare at him like he hung the stars and moon himself– actually, like he was the moon itself, and press a peck to his face after finding out.
and if you even attempt on cleaning the mess, he feels his heart drop to the floor. barou feels like mabey he made you feel bad, and snatches it away from you immediately.
“sit, let me do the work.”
“but barou, i don't even repay you after..”
“baby, you sitting there, being all cute and getting crumbs over my pillow is enough repayment, don't worry.” a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
before you protest, though, half-heartedly, he hurriedly stomps away. leaving you and the low-quality movie you found from an illegal site quieting down.
Isagi:
ever since he was little, he developed a liking towards girls with a cute smile, especially the ones that laughed alot.
but now, as you stare at his face blankly after the funniest joke he'd ever made, he notices the heat that rises up to his cheeks.
not because of embarrassment, never.
he feels like getting you to laugh is a challenge, that he'd be more than happy to take part in. he could count on his fingers the amount of times he himself made you laugh, and to say that it was the best sound he'd ever heard was an understatement.
it was like the pre-chorus to his favourite song, it was like the honey that slowly dripped down chicken, like the first day after a big match.
you didn't laugh, you cackled, cackled like your throat was drier than any desert that ceased to exsist.
the kind of laugh that people turn around at in a packed bus, the kind of laugh teachers would groan at.
but most Importantly, the kind of laugh that made him laugh to. the laugh that was funnier than the joke itself.
and he wouldn't trade it for anything else.
kaiser:
kaiser always seemed to admire smart, confident women full of love.
but you, the only one he's ever love for real, could barely speak for yourself. you shyed away at the smallest of things, refused to ask for the last pieces of a dish, could barely even ask for where the bathroom was.
and many other times, you were nervous even around him.
“liebling, could you pass me some of those chips?” he threw and arm around your waist, in a poor attempt to reach for the snack beside them.
your body stiffened immediately, heat rushing to your cheeks at a piercing speed. liebling..? you couldn't contain yourself from visibly squealing at the way the term left his lips.
kaiser didn't think much of it. got his chips, he was content beside you. through the corner of his clear blue eyes, he saw you search the term 'liebling' up with shaky fingers.
“sweetheart..” he lowered himself to your ear, drawling.
your head shot up, heat practically radiating off of you as you tightened your grip around the throw-over blanket on the couch.
“that's what it means” he chuckled.
“shut up.” you huffed.
he adored how independent you were, and how you'd rather dig a hole through the centre of the earth instead of ask someone for help.
and he could be confident enough for the both of you anyway.
“Oh boy, that was a mistake,” you muttered to no one in particular.
Except… hadn’t Barou told you that it was embarrassing to be kissed in front of the rest of his team? Wasn’t he adamant that he’d win no matter if you kissed him for good luck or not?
So why was he glancing at you over his shoulder as he headed towards the locker room with a look somewhere between a kicked puppy and a pissed off cat?
Only Shouei could pull both off at once.
For a moment, you worried for the sanity—and safety—of his teammates, knowing full well they would have to bear the brunt of whatever nonsense he pulled because of the lesson you had decided to teach him. He couldn’t have it both ways; wanting your affection but complaining about it at the same time.
Let him come to his senses, that was the plan, but whether it worked out like that... remained to be seen.
The match was a fast paced, brutal ninety minutes. You spent so long hiding behind your fingers that you almost missed Barou’s second goal, the one that would seal their victory, but considering the fouls that littered the entirety of the match, you couldn’t be blamed.
He spent so long roaring at the players—both opponents and his teammates alike—that you were surprised he wasn’t hoarse by the time the final whistle blew. You could feel his anger like a violent wind, and when it resulted in a yellow card, you cringed.
“Sho?”
The locker room was empty except for him.
Shouei sat in the far corner, head down and towel around his neck. His hair was loose around his shoulders though he was still dressed in his kit, unshowered and sweaty. He didn’t look up as you approached.
It wasn’t until you reached out to touch his shoulder that his hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist, yanking you down so suddenly that you had no other option than to plummet over his lap.
“Why didn’t you kiss me?” he asked, voice low but there was no heat to it like you had expected.
You huffed, blowing the hair out of your face. “You said it was embarrassing. Told me you’d win regardless so I decided to honour your wishes.”
“That wasn’t honouring my wishes, woman.”
“How is it not?” You thumped a closed fist against his shoulder, frowning at him when he again caught your wrist, and this time he pulled it to his mouth. Barou kissed the hammering pulse before nuzzling your palm.
Despite yourself, you leaned closer and breathed in the scent of his bodywash mixed with fresh, salty sweat. “Answer me.”
“Tch. Just ‘cause I complain doesn’t mean I don’t want it... your kisses... all that stuff. Don’t let me play without it again.” Shouei paused, garnet eyes searching your face and all you could see was a peek at the vulnerability he only ever showed you. “Please?”
How could you say no?
an: I’m thinking about Barou and those moments of vulnerability he shows only to the person he trusts most… ugh I’m so soft for him.
Barou was shit with expressing himself and even worse with words, good job you had the skills he lacked even if they reduced him to a sub.
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI • aged up characters to mid 20’s • blue lock is in the past & in soccer careers. Handjobs (male receiving) • smut • slight angst with comfort on Barou but he pays for his attitude in the best way • established relationships • fluff •
A difficult start to the week brought a stand off between Barou and you, this wasn’t the first time and as far as you were concerned it certainly wasn’t the last. As heavenly as that mouth of his could be, it could get vicious and when it mixed with his ego it was a nasty combination. Most the time Barou would insult his way through conversations but still do caring things on the side, shit with words and great with actions. This time his words went too far, you weren’t hurt but you were intrigued to see if he could live up to them.
You’d only jokingly said you dunno what he’d do with it you, his reply?
“A king doesn’t need a queen, I’d be fucking fine!”
The man did things his own way on or off the field and you very much let him take his lead to realise his own mistakes, you weren’t about to waste your time fighting his stubborn ass. You’d known him too long, been with him too long. Playing him at your own game was the way to win with him, Barou needed to nose dive before he started to reflect. He had a system for everything -cleaning, bathing, working out even his emotions and thought process.
You just had to wait out his little system with your own.
Barou however, didn’t know that -yet. Only that you’d gone almost a full week now without talking to him and he was getting in his head -she’s gonna leave.
You gave him just enough to think he had an opening but then you shut it down immediately after.
His stubbornness lived to it’s reputation on day one… you didn’t wanna talk? Fine. He wasn’t breaking a sweat over it.
That very much started to change by day two of you ignoring him because he started to fidget, you’d happily slept on the couch and Barou let you -if that’s where you wanna sleep, whatever that’s your choice. He’d enjoy his nice bed all to himself without your cold ass feet pressing into him cause you thought it was funny.
But it wasn’t a sleep filled night, he decided he hated your shared bed not being shared. But he said nothing, instead he made you breakfast before he left for an early morning run without you and returned to it still sat on the side whilst you had showered and left for the day.
The man didn’t realise his lips ever so slightly pouted whilst glaring hardly at the protein pancakes with fresh fruit and yogurt, drizzled in honey.
The next few days went on in radio silence, made worse by his 4 days away for training.
“Travel safe, love ya.”
Pft it was half assed of you not worthy for a king, for him. You’d waved your hand over your shoulder and carried on scrolling through your phone… He didn’t get his kiss either. He made it to his hotel and the quietness felt heavier than usual.
Barou > I’m here.
Wife > Glad you’re safe.
No you weren’t his wife, but he liked how it popped up on his phone -especially if others seen. It sent his ego soaring on another level different to soccer. Barou wasn’t a man with words, in fact he was useless expressing himself but his actions made up for his lack of skill there.
He grumbled and he threw the phone behind him on the bed, eying his duffel bag before reaching for it and looking inside a particular pocket.
No note.
Man you really were pissed at him.
You always left him some stupid note when he went away, sometimes a few in different places if he was gone for awhile. He’d kept them all, unknown to you, he had a box with them all in. His favourite was shoved between his phone and the case at the back.
‘You’re mine king, always.’
The words alone made his hair stand on end. Where Barou failed with words, unless he was fucking you dumb, you certainly were good with them.
Probably too good sometimes, you always kept calm around him, and spoke calmly making him rethink his manner.
You being the only one who stood up to him in a way that made him enjoy it -that made him respect you.
Barou Shouei wasn’t scared of anyone knowing he respected his woman and he wasn’t scared of letting everyone know you were his. Those shitty names and degrading he called people on the field?
Words like that never touched you from his lips. Never donkey, peasant no nasty nicknames. Sure he was gruff, he wasn’t polite, he’d throw the odd insult -he was Barou, it wasn’t like he melted into a pathetic love struck puppy around you.
The giant grump stood and walked from his bedroom hearing his team mates down the hall getting rowdy already. Deciding to take a shower he moved to the bathroom , red eyes swept said room already made messy by the others shoving their crap where they pleased.
Wet towel on the floor, water and shower gel fucking everywhere.
Eye twitching his temper rose quickly. He grabbed the sopping wet towel and stomped to the main room, hurling it at the nearest person. The comical wet slap hitting whoever’s head, the towel wrapping around it and flooring him from the impact. -all in one smooth movement that silenced his team mates.
“When did Barou get here?!”
“You slobs! Pick up your shit you fucking animals!”
World tournament was coming up and he was getting hit hard. Exhausted from four days hard practice and shitty sleep he was on his way home. He was tense, grumpier and more short tempered than usual, that’s what made him snap at you 6 days ago.
He had taken it out on you and you were certainly living up to your reputation on having some fucking hold over the king. His lack of sleep was evident, constantly side eying his phone the last few days not actually knowing what to fucking text you because he was shit with emotions and words.
He frowned hard, red eyes now glaring at the elevator buttons as they illuminated silently as they past each floor.
Only five away from your shared pent house apartment. He sighed heavily, chewing the inside of his cheek before sucking his teeth.
Yeah, Barou learned from pain and he’d learned hard years ago when you did leave him.
You both worked better together you always had and always would. A foundation he learned at bluelock -teamwork.
The split was difficult, he suffered playing his soccer, much to his annoyance, like when Isagi had knocked him for six the first time and you suffered in your own career. You lost weight, you lost that annoyingly bubbly personality that he could only tolerate in you.
You see Barou and you went waaaay back, like before bluelock. You had always been in his life, probably more for him than he was for you come to think of it.
When you left him and still suffered? He knew what he did was wrong, he absolutely was an egotist but he was also someone who could learn and adapt to change, he wasn’t a coward. So he went after you, demandingly so, nothing subtle either. Safe to say it resulted in the most amazing sex of his life and gaining you back. But he always remembers how shit it felt away from you, especially at times like this.
Occasional arguments bloomed over the years, even now at your mid twenties and living together for a good 4 years.
But that feeling of you leaving was curdling his stomach, he didn’t want that shit happening again but he didn’t know how to reach out.
The elevator dinged dragging him from this thoughts and turned his eyes to the small hallway that led to the door.
The door you were behind, the person that hadn’t text him or answered his calls over the last five days of him being away.
It was painful, he wasn’t even angry now he was just feeling like shit. His mood and energy was spent on the field, into harsh training and now it was drained from him he just didn’t have the energy to run off this shitty feeling biting at his heels.
“Oi, I’m home.”
He expected silence and he got it, he dropped his duffel bag by the door and kicked off his shoes, placing them neatly in the place they belonged -of course.
He had enough of this, Barou never did anything half assed and he didn’t like those who did.
So Barou picked up his pace as his annoyance started to boil as he walked through the penthouse looking for you, he walked into the bedroom and noticed a dull light flickering under the bathroom door.
Opening it he was graced with the sight of you in your large ass bath tub sat in the middle of the bathroom, candles were lit and you had way too many bubbles in there as usual.
One leg rested over the knee of your other that was bent up, calf resting on the joint as your foot bounced subtly, bubbles gracing your skin as you glowed under the candle light reading a book.
He almost groaned. God you were beautiful, even with your hair in a messy bun, few loose strands suck to your face from the heat of the bath. Bubbles dancing across your skin as it glowed under the candle light.
He’d been told many times he was punching, he’d seen the articles about how Barou’s partner was unworldly. You were worthy of a king -of him, his ego wouldn’t let him admit it but you shone brighter and truthfully? He wouldn’t have it any other way, after all Barou respected his woman -the world knowing wasn’t an issue.
He is better with actions than words after all.
You flicked your eyes up before returning to the book.
“Welcome home,” you said dryly
“Tch, doesn’t feel like home when you’re acting like a fucking brat.”
“Try again, Barou.” You replied calmly, eyes not leaving the page you were reading.
His jaw clenched.
Fuck sake you were right.
That wasn’t the right approach, he’d just been thinking of ways to fix this and that’s the shit that came from his mouth?
He sighed heavily, shoving his hands into his joggers he hunched his posture, glaring off to the candles as they sat innocently under his death glare.
“Stop ignoring me,”
You hummed but only flicked the page.
“Please,” he said through gritted teeth, his eye beginning to twitch at you testing his temper.
“Look, if you’re done then just get to it.” He blurted out, his insecurities fully crashing onto him as you still ignored his attempt -as shitty as it was.
“Done?” You repeated, turning your head to him finally giving him attention, he side glanced at you before returning back to the candles.
“Done with us, just stop fucking dragging it out.”
He heard you sigh heavily, the bath water swishing as you moved. Barou turned his eyes to you when the book hit the floor, following the hand that hung over the tub to see your arms crossed over it, head resting in the fold of your arm smiling at him.
“You’re hopeless Barou, get in.”
He wasn’t a guy who needed telling once, let alone twice. He stripped quickly and in a few strides came to the edge of the tub. Your eyes watching every muscle in his body flex as he moved, this guy was huge and built like a god and it was always a sight to see. You did try your best to ignore his cock between his legs that he was blessed with, thick and heavy even soft.
He stood in his natural confidence that mixed with being unfazed about life.
“Shift it then woman,”
You smiled at him coly and shook your head,
“Nope~ you’re in front today. I’ve got my bath pillow in here and you really don’t deserve that.”
He rolled his eyes and stepped in, settling between your legs as you were left to stare at his huge back. Your knees half bent up and resting beside his ribs, wanting to just wrap your arms around him and hug the shit out of him but you refrained.
He sighed heavily as the water soothed him, your smooth skin gracing his sides and despite the small touch it was enough to ease that crappy feeling in his stomach.
“Why is it you women gotta have the water so shittin’ hot?” He grumbled, seeing his skin turn slightly red already, the steam dancing against the candle light.
Your hands gripped his shoulders to pull him back to lean against you, his head resting against your breasts using them as a cushion and you began to comb his hair with your fingers.
“Oh? You shared baths with many women, Sho?”
“Don’t ask stupid fucking questions, know full well s’only been you.”
“I don’t doubt it, you scare off most people.”
Silence consumed you comfortably as you combed his hair until it fell out from its shape, dark locks floating in the water around his shoulders and against your breasts.
“Read it somewhere,”
“What?”
“I read it somewhere and the peasants -they’re always talkin’ shit in the locker rooms.”
You kissed his temple whilst laughing lightly, giving his scalp a nice scratch.
“I didn’t doubt you, if anything you’re too loyal.”
Barou sneered, his hands moving to your legs giving them a squeeze before using his thumbs to rub circles into the muscle of your calves.
“You’re completely oblivious to girls hitting on you. Still makes me laugh when that girl tried giving you her number in that cafe on a napkin and you used it to clean your hands thinking she was the waitress without even looking at her.”
You couldn’t see the smirk twitching at his mouth, but he enjoyed the feel of you laughing under him. It was true, he’d often just glare at everyone and look down on them regardless of gender. He simply didn’t care about anyone else unless it was himself, soccer and you. Eh and his lil sisters.
And cleaning of course.
Maybe pudding too.
“-I literally left you for five minutes to get a spoon and you got hit on.” You finished.
Your lips touched his skin again and he exhaled heavily as you tugged his hair to tilt his head back, trailing kisses to his strong jawline.
“But you’re just such a good boy,”
That did it.
He groaned, his cock twitched as you continued to place wet, loving kisses whilst massaging his scalp and pulling his hair.
He held his breath as your spare hand ran down his front, you pulled his hair back harshly to expose his neck, a growl left his throat and his hands tightened on your legs. Your teeth grazed his Adam’s apple, tongue working against his sweet spot beside it.
“Shit,” he husked, the vibrate felt against your tongue as he spoke.
It didn’t take long for his dick to rise from the water, resting heavy on his stomach tip easily reaching his belly button. Your fingers danced around his six pack, short acrylics grazing the tip. His hips rose slightly to encourage your touch and you allowed it, wrapping your fingers around him upside down into a fist you used your palm to rub the head of his dick as you stroked downwards. Palm giving him constant friction under the bulb of his head, precum smearing to aid it.
The growl in his throat was enough to make you clench around nothing, his hands moved up to your thighs as they tightened under his grip and he squeezed your legs harder.
“You’re so big Sho’” you purred into his ear, he hated the nickname but telling you only encouraged your use of it so he let it slide, besides when you were praising him like this and hand fucking his cock like that?
He’d let you call him fucking anything.
His hips rolled upwards again and you stilled your hand to let him fuck his own dick into it. He was so big, your finger wrapped around barely touching your hand and his length over your palm to rub along your wrist as he thrust up. Fingers digging into your thighs whilst you kissed and tongued his throat.
Your eyes watching how fluid his hips rolled, dick moving like it would if it was inside you. The bath washed swished gently with his controlled movements. You moaned against his neck and bit into him, pulling his hair again whilst squeezing his cock harder; you felt it flex in your hand.
Sweat started to roll down Barou’s head, to his neck as he participated in one of the hottest things he’s done with you.
“You want me cummin’ here or on that pretty mug of yours?”
You smirked against his neck, Jesus even his voice carried testosterone, he was so fucking gruff and deep.
“Like this,” you murmured,
“Tch, what a waste. Grip it tighter then-“
His thursting picked up, becoming sloppy as he chased that high he was almost about to reach, you felt his cock harden and throb, his hands denting their finger tips into your thighs. His grunting picking up and you released him completely.
“The fuck you playin’ a-“
Barou went to sit up but you gripping his hair painful and forced him back, lips moving to his ear you nipped at it before whispering into it.
“Grab your dick, Barou, show me how you take care of yourself and I’ll forgive you.”
You smirked against his neck as his dick flexed against his stomach at your words.
Oh, you were always so fucking good with words.
“Tch, you fucking serious?”
“Yup~!”
You sang whilst placing a kiss to his cheek.
He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, hands leaving your thighs he moved them, one hand fisting around his thick cock that still looked huge in his own hands. The other moved to his balls to cup and fondle, his palm rolled over his head spreading pre and his hips bucked.
“Don’t be whinin’ at me later when you’re begging to cum and I don’t let you, you’re fuckin dead.”
The pace he set himself was ruthless, harsh even and he was thriving on driving himself into over stimulating himself. His head rolled back onto your shoulder and you cooed in his ear, his stomach muscles clenching as he fucked his hand chasing that high again.
“Look forward to it, king but for now listen to your lil queen hmm? Fuck your fist f’me.”
just a lil angsty barou blurb (400 words) i wrote a few weeks ago <3 the prequel to this !
“it was never going to be me, was it?” you hardly even recognize your voice. something that was normally so vibrant and full of life decayed into something dull and unrecognizable. if he noticed, he didn’t show it.
“you knew what my goals were getting into this relationship — where my priorities were at.” barou’s voice was firm, unshakeable.
“i-“ you let out a long sigh, rolling over all the words you want to say before ultimately swallowing them. “you’re right. my mistake.”
and just like that, everything that happened between the two of you in the last year suddenly meant nothing. because if his heart was never really in it, where did that leave you?
you standing in the room, holding your own heart in your hands. the one you thought you could trust him with, but never realized he didn’t even bother to take it. he didn’t want it. not when soccer was the reason his blood roared through his veins. it was never your love that drove that passion — couldn’t ignite it the same way.
part of you wanted to keep holding on until the bitter end, to keep fighting for him. but fighting a war while the other side has no desire to fight back isn’t a battle at all — it’s barbaric. the best way was to show mercy, to lay down your weapons and walk away. no sense in fighting tooth and nail to get back to a place that no longer exists.
“you don’t have to do this.” he said, watching as you self destruct right in front of him. “we can just keep-”
“no.” your voice came back, shutting down whatever thing he was going to come up with. as much as your heart craves to be with him in any capacity he’d let you, your head — your anger, was stronger. “i don’t have any interest in being second in your life.”
“then, that’s that, isn’t it.” it wasn’t a question. the statement fell on your shoulders, forcefully weighing it down. he never saw you as the priority. you didn’t have the heart to ask how he saw you.
“it is.” your voice wobbles again. you take a final look at him, your body caving in on itself, the world shrinking and shrinking until it was just you standing in the darkness. “goodbye barou.”
you wish you could say that you meant it. that when he texts you 3 days later under the veil of night asking if you were awake, you’d block him instead of finding yourself wrapping up in his sheets again.
after all, your heart had always been weak for him and no matter what, you knew you’d always try to carve out your place next to him no matter what it took.
an: angst is not usually where my brain goes but this idea… it just consumed by brain (like he has). My first ever foray into Blue Lock so please be kind!! Plus, it’s just a short lil thing. 🥺
pairing: Shouei Barou x female reader
warnings: self ship coded, SFW, a little angst, a little fluff, Barou isn’t great with feelings
It had been months.
Months of consistently subtle interactions that had led to this. This… unfamiliar feeling in his chest.
It was uncomfortable, and it made him grumpy when he couldn’t identify the source. Barou didn’t like to be in the dark about anything, let alone why his body was misbehaving.
Rubbing a palm over the area didn’t help in the slightest, nor did ignoring its existence.
On those nights where he would lie awake and stare at the ceiling, often the nights before an important match, he would poke at the feeling. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Barou would close his eyes and try to figure out what weighed so heavily on his conscious that his skin prickled from the discomfort. It couldn’t be nerves for his upcoming game, he was the king and the king had no worry about his prowess out on the field.
It made him even more grouchy than normal; growling and snarling at his mediocre teammates when they tried to joke with him. He was a bear with a bad head, and everyone was sick of it—most of all, him.
The realisation dawned slowly one Saturday morning.
With the heaviness in his chest following him around like there was a boulder lodged where his heart should be, he made his way to his pre-match sports massage.
There you were.
Sunshine smiles and starry eyed. The complete antithesis of himself. He knew the moment the weight lifted that you were the reason, though he refused to acknowledge it.
The discomfort melted away like ice under a heat lamp, leaving behind a tingly sensation that spread out from his heart to the tips of his fingers and toes. All of it, he ignored.
You were gentle despite how you could bring a grown ass man to his knees with the right combination of pressure points. You were friendly and inquisitive without coming across as nosy. You were soft-spoken but no nonsense at the same time. You were everything he wasn’t, and…
Barou wanted you.
“Right on time, Barou! I do love a punctual man,” you teased with a bright smile that lit up your small office.
“Shouei…” He so desperately wanted to correct you, to hear his given name roll around your mouth and trip off your pretty pink tongue. Instead, he gave a grunt and lay on the table as he had done for the past six months.
If his silence bothered you, you didn’t show it. The determination and skilful expertise of your hands eased onto his body like an old friend. His heart fluttered and his fists clenched.
He would never not be impressed by your ability to remember his every little past twinge and injury. It wasn’t like you were his personal physio, far from it since the whole team graced your office on a regular basis. Barou secretly wondered if he might be special to you, but quickly dismissed that idea with an audible grimace.
“Tender here today? Hm, that’s not normal for you.”
You had taken his reaction as a sign of pain at your manipulation of the area directly behind his left knee. He could kick himself. He was a damn idiot.
Barou grunted, “Nah, my mind was elsewhere.”
With a subtle nod, you hummed and continued to work diligently across his hamstrings which were known to give him problems. They were problems of his own making, as you liked to remind him, since he had a tendency to expect maximum exertion for a full ninety minute game.
“You’re a man not a machine!” You’d scowl him time and again.
You weren’t buying his excuse. He couldn’t blame you. He was a shitty liar. The truth was what he preferred—the blunter the better.
“Turn over,” you asked with a tap at his ankle. “Wanna talk about it? Where your mind is, I mean. It might help.”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Except, he didn’t say it out loud. He couldn’t. For all his bravado of never shying away from the truth, no matter how painful… he couldn’t face his own.
He looked into your sweet face, ruby eyes bouncing between yours and dared to dream that what he saw was more than professional curiosity. The words burned his throat and turned his mouth to ash. If only he could brave the final hurdle, score the winning goal…
“Don’t go worrying about me. Tell me about your week and let me forget my problems for a bit.”
Barou was no king, not when you were the one wearing the crown.
