A king.
A scary, rumored guy to be super violent and aggressive on the field when he plays.
The king of the field.
When Barou walks through the halls, he has a presence, no doubt. It’s unavoidable.
Because of his rugged personality, he’s earned a reputation that he’s dangerous. A guy not to be messed with, especially when it comes to soccer.
Barou almost has an… authority to him, almost. A good student, and a good athlete. He doesn’t exactly have friends, but he’s well known.
A red flag if you look at it from the surface.
Reading deeper, Barou… just doesn’t give a damn about people. Really. Why should he care? It’s not like they serve a purpose or bother with him anyway.
But when you, a little… pest started to appear everywhere, he was a little annoyed.
It wasn’t even your fault. For some reason, you keep getting into these situations with Barou… becoming desk mates, bumping into eachother at lunch… the whole spiel.
He’s growing grumpier each time he crosses paths with you. He knows it isn’t your intention to annoy him… but that’s getting harder to believe.
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“Haa… this again?” Barou grumbles, slamming a fist on the locked door of the gymnasium storage room.
This has happened once before. Now it’s happened again— the lock on the storage room busted. Now what?
Barou turns to you with a sigh. You look so… unknowing. You didn’t cause this for sure, but… you’re the only thing in his line of sight that he can be frustrated at.
“The hell happened this time?”