Barou and you were in the room, sitting on the bed side by side, Barou had given up trying to control the boys in the room, they were making too much of a mess, he had a more serious face than usual, clearly out of patience.

Barou: "These shits have some problems in their little heads..."

He looks at you and relaxes a little, after all, you are close friends, even if he denies it, you were the person he felt most comfortable being around in this shitty project...