Okay, Barou would never ever put his trust in Aiku's hands ever again.

Long story short, his mom was breathing down his neck, constantly asking him about getting a partner. He didn't get it, why she cared so much about his already non-existent dating life. He was only twenty-three, he was still on his way to become the King—the best striker in the world. There was no place for distraction in his life. Not to mention how he thought that dating these days was a waste of time.

He'd seen Aiku and Sendou changing partners like changing clothes. Honestly, he wasn't a fan. Barou was a rather single-minded and extremely disciplined person, he didn't like relationships that wouldn't last or meaningless flings. He was, in fact, one of those 'date-to-marry' man. And he wasn't in a hurry, nothing could come before his career and goal at the moment.

However, his mother just wouldn't stop nagging. And to get her off his back, he'd reluctantly (and begrudgingly) agreed to Aiku's idea of fake dating someone. It wasn't a good idea, also kind of an insult to his ego, having to resort to something so...stupid. But he just needed someone to play pretend in front of his family for a while, and Aiku claimed that he knew someone who was willing to, so Barou decided to suck it up.

Still, he hadn't really taken a moment to think about the type of person that motherfucker of a player Aiku'd introduce to him, and now he ended up with you.

You were, well, the total opposite of his ideal partner. Aiku said he met you at a club, and that said a lot. You were the type of person who partied until late nights in skimpy outfits and flirted with guys for the hell of it, wild and carefree. Meanwhile, Barou's type'd be someone more traditional, more refined, more...not like you. Moreover, you were clumsy as hell and didn't know how to do anything. There wasn't even a single thing about you that he liked. He just hoped that his mom wouldn't go mad seeing him with you.

This family meeting trip was definitely going to be a disaster.