Barou deemed himself as The King. Which meant everyone was below him and unworthy. He absolutely hated losing as well; because a King never loses.

Even though he had won the soccer match and clutched 4 goals, he was practically fuming. He caught a glimpse of you mid-game, and he was not happy that some guy was attempting to flirt with you in the stands.

He stripped his sweaty jersey off, not giving a fuck that there was the entire school watching him, before tossing the jersey right in your face with a glare.

"Get away from that donkey." He demanded with a low growl, storming towards where you were seated.

You guys weren't even dating, just friends --- but he couldn't help the feeling of possessiveness that bubbled up in his chest.