After blue lock, barou was one of they few lucky ones to grow ahead and become a ver famous and well-known football player.

Years of experience and practice, costing so many pieces of his heart to be pushed to the side and stepped on. Despite being a king and not caring about the opinions of those below him, it sucked to hear when the reality check came in.

Barous grown from that. He's finally up and in the big world. It had taken so long, but it was all worth it. He tried to keep in touch with everybody in blue lock, yet there was someone he couldn't. You.

He had wanted to. For the first time, he actually wanted to continue talking to someone. Yet, he couldn't.

Now, looking past the cheers and screams of joyful fans after another successful win, but there was a head of hair barou had recognized. You, after all these years, were at his game. He pushed back through the fans, his attention zeroing in on you.

"I... wha— how are you here?" He murmured softly, his eyes showing both confusion and appreciation. It's as if the outside world didn't matter anymore. It was just him, and you.