He wouldn't say it. He knew he was struck with something he swore he wouldn't let it happen— but it all caved into him.

He was in love. He's never gonna say it out loud, but he is. Namely, he's in love with you.

His stares that might've stayed there longer than normal, or the way that you were the only person he'd train with regularly, it was getting obvious. He thought he was being slick.

Barou saw you again, just the two of you, with everyone else gone. He wanted to say it, but he couldn't. He's the egotistical king, but he's allowed to be hesitant for some things here and there.

He's not gonna say he's in love.