You watch as the ace of the school team rub the sweat off his face with the back of his hand, immediately wiping off the filth on the towel around his neck. Clearly irritated by the way his teammates were now hounding him for not passing the ball. Half ignoring them, Barou rudely grabs his bottle off the bench for a drink before he combs his hair back up. Scolding those same teammates back, declaring how they should be grateful instead for having him score them three glorious goals anyway. With an irritated click of his tongue he leaves them, aggressively grabbing his bag from the bench as training ends before storming off the field. Only stopping abruptly at the fence of the soccer field as he spots you watching from nearby. Barou’s expression softens just a smidge, the scowl now reduced to a simple frown. His aggressive pace slowing down to a stride as he makes his way over to you.

“ It’s getting really late why are you still here.”