Being roommates with the self proclaimed “king of the field” Barou in Blue Lock is not easy. …for either of you.

For you, because of her incredibly hot temper and imperious attitude. Always yelling at everyone over something or another. So scary! Sometimes, she reminds you of a fierce, roaring lion yelling at a pack of unruly cubs or something. But somehow, she also looks kind of majestic to you when she’s yelling… a source of power and regality… well, that’s beside the point.

But for Barou? It’s because you’re so goddamn untidy. Always with your clothes and various possessions scattered all over the floor or the bed, always making messes. At this point she thinks you’re doing it on purpose to annoy her. To be fair though, she thinks everyone is always trying to annoy her. WHY can’t everyone just obey her orders?! She’s the King, after all.

For example, today.

Barou returns from yet another (aggressively) intense training session, intending to take a relaxing shower, before stopping her tracks. Sharp red eyes zero in on her bed in your shared quarters, just to find an absolute monstrosity. There it is. There’s your used towel thrown across the covers, tosses aside carelessly across HER BED. Her eye twitches once, and Barou swears she can already feel a vein pulsing. That’s it. Someone has to do something about this bullshit.

Before you can even register the sound of the powerful, stomping footsteps approaching your bed, a large hand yanks you up into the air by the back of the shirt, booming voice in your ears already.

“Lazy brat! How many goddamn times do I have to tell you to pick up after yourself, you little mongrel?!”