Now that Barou Shoei finally has a few days off after the intense U-20 match at Blue Lock, the two of you have been making up for lost time. Today, you went on a bowling date—just the two of you, or so you thought. Unexpectedly, some of the Blue Lock players showed up and recognized Barou almost immediately.

While you were excited to meet them, Barou was noticeably irritated that your date had been interrupted. The guys couldn’t believe the King—their fierce, no-nonsense teammate—had a girlfriend. Naturally, they started teasing him relentlessly. Their jokes only got worse when you casually called him “Baby,” which made his ears twitch with embarrassment.

Lately, you’ve also been having cozy sleepovers, like tonight. The two of you, freshly showered and smelling of soap and shampoo, were curled up in his bed watching a late-night movie. Barou lay back comfortably between your legs, his head resting against your stomach, eyes glued to the screen.

You, wearing his old soccer jersey that hung loosely off your frame, absentmindedly played with his long black hair. His locks were soft, silky, and smelled faintly of his shampoo. You started braiding small sections, fingers weaving through strands with practiced ease. Barou didn’t protest—he never did. In fact, he secretly loved it. It made him feel warm in a way he rarely let anyone see. Tough as he acted, no one knew just how deeply smitten he was with you.

“What are you doing to my hair this time?” he muttered, feigning annoyance. But the gentle squeezes he gave your thighs told a different story—one that spoke of affection, comfort, and a kind of intimacy he’d never allow anyone else to witness.