#barou fluff

based on this lovely request. thank you.

barou:

barou loved keeping his house clean. when he would think of the future, if ever, really, he'd always find himself wanting a partner who enjoyed cleanliness just as much.

but now, as he picks a handful of candy wrappers from under the cushion, barou can't help but chuckle at the cheeky smile you give him.

every morning, when he wakes up with your laundry over his bed, he can't help but clean them for you. if it meant you'd stare at him like he hung the stars and moon himself– actually, like he was the moon itself, and press a peck to his face after finding out.

and if you even attempt on cleaning the mess, he feels his heart drop to the floor. barou feels like mabey he made you feel bad, and snatches it away from you immediately.

“sit, let me do the work.”

“but barou, i don't even repay you after..”

“baby, you sitting there, being all cute and getting crumbs over my pillow is enough repayment, don't worry.” a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

before you protest, though, half-heartedly, he hurriedly stomps away. leaving you and the low-quality movie you found from an illegal site quieting down.

Isagi:

ever since he was little, he developed a liking towards girls with a cute smile, especially the ones that laughed alot.

but now, as you stare at his face blankly after the funniest joke he'd ever made, he notices the heat that rises up to his cheeks.

not because of embarrassment, never.

he feels like getting you to laugh is a challenge, that he'd be more than happy to take part in. he could count on his fingers the amount of times he himself made you laugh, and to say that it was the best sound he'd ever heard was an understatement.

it was like the pre-chorus to his favourite song, it was like the honey that slowly dripped down chicken, like the first day after a big match.

you didn't laugh, you cackled, cackled like your throat was drier than any desert that ceased to exsist.

the kind of laugh that people turn around at in a packed bus, the kind of laugh teachers would groan at.

but most Importantly, the kind of laugh that made him laugh to. the laugh that was funnier than the joke itself.

and he wouldn't trade it for anything else.

kaiser:

kaiser always seemed to admire smart, confident women full of love.

but you, the only one he's ever love for real, could barely speak for yourself. you shyed away at the smallest of things, refused to ask for the last pieces of a dish, could barely even ask for where the bathroom was.

and many other times, you were nervous even around him.

“liebling, could you pass me some of those chips?” he threw and arm around your waist, in a poor attempt to reach for the snack beside them.

your body stiffened immediately, heat rushing to your cheeks at a piercing speed. liebling..? you couldn't contain yourself from visibly squealing at the way the term left his lips.

kaiser didn't think much of it. got his chips, he was content beside you. through the corner of his clear blue eyes, he saw you search the term 'liebling' up with shaky fingers.

“sweetheart..” he lowered himself to your ear, drawling.

your head shot up, heat practically radiating off of you as you tightened your grip around the throw-over blanket on the couch.

“that's what it means” he chuckled.

“shut up.” you huffed.

he adored how independent you were, and how you'd rather dig a hole through the centre of the earth instead of ask someone for help.

"Shoei, you did so well!"

Your excited cheers echo in the room the moment you enter, overriding all other sounds. It was incredibly hard to find a way to see Barou after the NEL, but after following his progress through TV for so long, you didn't rest until able to sneak some minutes in person with him. Now, finally seeing him after months of no direct contact, you rush to his side immediately, hogging his attention and chanting him praises left and right.

"Your goals were so exciting. I could barely look away from my screen!" Your exclaim with sparkling eyes, blabbering like you've been doing for the past few minutes.

"Did you expect less from your King?" He raises a brow.

You laugh, "No, I guess not."

Barou, Karasu, Yukimiya, Nagi, Kunigami (wc never happened in my au, only lover boys allowed here🗣️), & Otoya x gf!reader

warnings: 18+ , last one is lowkey nsfw (ofc it’s Otoya🤣), aged up as always

a/n: as per request from the first one! alsooo, posting 2 Bllk smaus this week (today & saturday — with my usual guys — for a special occasion🙂‍↕️)

soft spot (ft barou shoei)

+*. summary : barou treats everyone the same. rough and a bit aggresive. however, it’s different when it comes to you.

+*. content/cw: highschool!barou and slight swearing….? well he just says hell . enjoy! + sorry for any errors im too lazy to check

+*. a/n just realised i’ve been writing barou and rin alot… oh well they r both my favorites <3

“he’s scary,” one whispers at the back of the classroom.

“his glare stabs people in the heart,” another one exaggerates.

rough. aggresive. cold. those words are people describe what kind of person barou shoei is.

…it’s not like he’s evil, though. in fact, he’s extremely kind. he’s someone who knows when to listen, and knows when to give advice. he helps without you even having to ask. he cares. alot!

actually, he’s a pretty big softie.

but, nobody knows.

nobody knows that side of him,

because he only reveals it to you.

—

at first, you believed the people. i mean, he was big—and it felt like there was a dark aura surrounding him whenever he stepped foot anywhere. with him furrowing his brows all the time, its normal for someone to be frightened by him.

you and barou’s first encounter was when you were helping out your teacher by carrying a set of activity books to the teacher’s room. they started to wobble in place, but you insist your teacher you don’t need help.

you start to lose focus and daydream as you walk towards the teacher’s room. and of course— that led you to tripping on your own two feet and dropping the books hard onto the floor.

you then hear a thud, like the books fell against something… or someone. you look up and felt yourself going pale.

it was barou shoei.

his eyes widened like he was furious, brows knitted to the max as he turned around to face the person that bumped into him.

then he realised it was you.

he felt his body tense up, but his gaze softened. he didn’t even realise he was doing so.

you immediately got up, frantically picking up the books that fell. “ohmygosh—i am SO sorry,” you stutter.

frick, now he’s gonna kill you!!! you were already saying your prayers and saying goodbye to your loved ones—

“here.” barou passes you the remaining books that fell. you snapped out of it and felt quite surprised hearing his voice.

you look up at him and stared into his ruby eyes. it was as if the dark aura around him completely dissapeared. his voice was softer, too. much more quiet and calm than how he would yell at his friends when they piss him off. his eyebrows… were normal, too. this is weird.

you clear your throat, “thank you,” you mutter. you stack up the books back and quickly run to the teachers room.

he seemed different.

—

you started to notice more often that he was always different around you. his body language, how he always avoids eye contact. and he would never, ever raise his voice at you.

“he has to have something for you,” your friend teases. the others agree, and you immediately shoo away their thoughts.

“guys, cmon. barou? liking anybody? as if. he’s too busy with soccer… and being mad at everyone.” you reply to their teases.

your friend insists, “but he never gets mad at you! he scolds us for not cleaning the class, but he never says anything about you.”

“he just respects me,” you say. yep. must be it.

your friend sighs and gets up from her seat. she then proceeds to walk up to the chalkboard and drew something on it.

the class erupted in laughter when she revealed what it was. it was a bad drawing of barou in a maid outfit. you couldn’t help but chuckle at it.

and at that exact moment, barou walks inside the classroom. silence filled the room as your friend slowly backs away from the chalkboard. uh oh.

when he saw the horrid drawing of him, he felt his blood boil. people say you could even see steam coming out from his ears. “…who the hell made this?” he asked, sternly.

all of the sudden, your friend pointed in your direction. “she did it.” she said calmly. barou looked at you, and you looked at him with a worried face. once again, his entire face switched back to normal. his eyes soften, like he was never mad in the first place. he quietly wipes it off and walks over to his seat.

all your friends slowly look back at you, and you are just as surprised as them. for one second, he looked like he was about to murder somebody… then the next, he was like normal.

“told you.” she smirks. you smack her arm.

but it makes you wonder.

—

when you and barou finally start to talk more often, you really now realise how gentle he is with you. around you, he never has yelled or tried to argue with you.

barou could be scolding someone hard by the lockers, usually isagi or bachira, but once you come over, it’s like he’s the nicest guy in the world.

“bye, barou,” you smile as you walk off to class and he quietly waves back. isagi scrunches his nose in confusion as he looks at barou.

“why dont you talk nicely to me like that?” isagi comments, smirking slightly at barou. “is the king falling in love?” bachira adds, causing barou to elbow his arm.

“shut up.” barou says, before leaving the both of them.

isagi and bachira look at each other.

“he didn’t say no, right?”

—

barou showed his softness even more when the two of you got together. he doesn’t do pda in public, but he will give you quiet hugs in the classroom when nobody is there and hold your hand when you go on dates.

now, you realise that barou is not rough or aggresive… well, he isn’t to you atleast.

“i never knew you would be such a softie, barou,” you laugh as the two of you walk back home from school together.

“oi, youre lucky that you get to see this side of me.” he frowns.

“..i don’t show this part of me to anyone,” continued barou.

it makes your heart warm up knowing that he treats you differently than other people. makes you feel special.

you hold his hand tighter and smile, “im glad im special enough to see this part of you, then,”

and barou smiles, because you are special to him.

He doesn’t need anyone knowing about it. Not because it’s embarassing, he’d never be embarassed about anything that concerns you. However, the guys at Blue Lock are just too immature and annoying. They’d probably ask him stupid questions, or invasive question, and he’s pretty sure Bachira would whine to join the fun.

Tch, brat.

He watches the figure—a sheep with hanging ears and pink spots all over—twirl around his own character on the screen. You do the compulsory happy dance each time Barou joins your island.

You’re so cute. He misses you so much.

Today’s quest involves collecting special kinds of shells around Seaside Resort. It’s a special event that will eventually earn you a pretty, beach-themed dress in the game. Most people would assume that Barou isn’t the kind of man who’d play Hello Kitty Island Adventure with his girl, or who’d have a girl in general. He’s rough and tough. But that just means he’s aggressive in the way he loves.

He takes your interests very seriously and sees it as his duty to make you as happy as possible. Something as small as your hand lingering on a cute blind box will have Barou hyperfocused on that one item.

Make no mistake, Barou is not the ‘only soft for you’ type, which make his attempts at romance all the more entertaining. He tells you he loves you so, so much with the firmness and passion of a soldier taking orders from their superior. He gets cuteness aggression whenever you take a big bite of food and your cheek puffs out on one side. The urge to squeeze you as hard as he can becomes very strong but of course, he never gives in to temptation.

“Look, look, we only need three more,” your voice, an excited whisper, comes from the phone’s speakers.

Barou hums, hyperfocused on collecting those stupid shells. He lives for how excited you get. That little hitch in your breath, your voice sliding an octave higher.

“On it,” he says and even nods to himself. Getting you those shells is the most important thing now.

He becomes so absorbed in that little task that he doesn’t hear someone enter the dorm. His eyes stay glued to the screen, your soothing voice drowning out everything else.

━╋ cw : slightly ooc barou , fluff , tooth-rotting fluff actually . .

thinking about how barou is def a secret lover boy n total romantic at heart… he’d never miss the opportunity to kiss your knuckles out of the blue while you go about your day or let you braid his hair when you’re bored. he picks up on your interests quickly, always eager and ready to listen to them— even if he has not a single clue what you’re talking about. barou loves listening to all of the songs you play in his car, listening and watching as you tap your fingers or nod your head along to the beat from his peripheral vision, keeping them in mind and playing a few of them during football practice. he definitely has jewelry with your initials on them and there’s always a seat reserved just for you at his games, only the best view for his lover.

barou is a provider and protector at heart. anything you’d want, he would get it for you. silently placing a bag down on the dining table with the pastry you’ve been dying to try at 8 in the morning that he was able to pick up while he passed the bakery during his morning jog or that piece of clothing you glanced at for approximately .5 milliseconds. he loves spoiling you. that man is glued to your side whenever you’re out in public, he isn’t too big on pda but his hand is always resting on your waist or hip; massaging the supple skin beneath his calloused fingertips as he guides you around the marketplace. he loves leaning down whenever you have something to say to him or if you want to give him a kiss. he loves all of you. barou isn’t afraid of showing it too. feathery, gentle touches dancing along your every inch of your trembling body almost seamlessly. soft whispers of praise and appreciation that are only meant for your heart and ears when you two are alone.

barou’s a sucker for you. even if he won’t admit it. even when he’s washing your hair and complaining that your shampoo sucks or scowling at you for not eating the pickles in your sandwich before he stuffs them in his mouth. even when he complains that the game you like is ‘stupid’ because he’s lost for what feels like the 500th time against you. barou doesn’t outright admit it but he would do anything to see the twinkle in your eyes when you look at him, the way your eyes crinkle and shine at him. the beaming smile and the kiss on his cheek that you give him to show him you’re thankful. you’re his baby after all. there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. he loves to love you.

LMFAO yes 🙏

getting your wisdom teeth removed

husband barou shouei x gn!reader. reader is extremely high

“do you know where you are?” the doctor asked as she helped barou load you into his car. you could not stop giggling to yourself, everything feeling light and bubbly in your limbs and head. the large amount of gauze in your mouth kept you from speaking coherently, so barou didn’t know why she asked you anything in the first place.

once you were buckled and secure, the doctor handed over your care instructions to barou. “make sure they don’t lie or fall asleep on their side. the swelling may cause bruising, but it shouldn’t be too painful after a week or two.”

"bruising?!" you tried to ask from the front seat, but it came out muffled and slurred.

barou stepped closer to your open door so he could ruffle your hair. "don't worry. i'll take care of you, honey."

"i love my husband." both barou and the doctor ignored you, unable to understand what you were musing about.

you blinked, and suddenly, your husband was beside you. the car door was closed, and you tried to watch the scenery fly by your window, but it made your head hurt.

you shot upright and whirled around in your seat, causing barou to panic. "babe, careful! what are you looking for?" he tried to soothe when he realized you were hyperventilating.

"we forgot the dog!" you wailed, searching the car for a dog that didn't exist. "oh god, barkthalemu!"

when barou started cracking up, you broke down in tears. "why are you laughing?! this is serious!"

"i'm sorry," he apologized, wiping tears and snot from your face. "we can look for b.. barkthalemu when we get home, okay?"

you sniffled. "i want a milkshake."

"i'll make one for you at home."

"god, you love me so much!" and you were sobbing again. "it's so sweet! you take such good care of me and barkthalemu... wait, where's barkthalemu?!"

you calmed down by the time barou finally parked the car, completely slumped against the passenger door. barou walked around and effortlessly plucked you up into his arms, resting your temple against his shoulder so that your cheek wouldn't cause you pain.

carrying you inside, barou sat you upright on the couch and surrounded you with pillows and blankets so that you wouldn’t accidentally fall over.

stroking your hair, barou placed a kiss on your forehead and went to grab your pain medication and some towels to clean you up with. he facetimed himself from your phone and propped it up as a way to monitor you from the kitchen as he started on your milkshake, as promised.

you slept for nearly six hours, and when you woke up, groaning, the only question on your mind was, “did you get a dog without telling me and name it barthalemu?”

“it’s barkthalemu, actually,” your husband corrected smoothly as he handed you a new milkshake, since the first melted while you slept. “but no. he’s something we can discuss when you’ve recovered.”

王 synopsis; the plan was simple: fly to paris, watch barou shoei hopefully win the ballon d'or, and spend some time with her childhood best friend after years apart. Paparazzi caught them entering a hotel together, now the internet is obsessed with finding out who shoei barous mystery girl is, football players wont stop flirting with her, and barou is dangerously close to losing his temper. Yet they end the day celebrating together, alone ;) 王 a/n; hi guys this is actually my first request ive ever gotten and i cant lie, i KINDAAA experienced writing anxiety, i was super nervous to write this since i wanted it to be perfect for the anon who requested it<3 so i hopeeee hope it wont disappoint you! (also the person who requested this didnt specify any gender or pronouns so i just went with fem reader since thats the easiest to write for me personally, i hope thats fine :x) Minors DNI: this includes smut lol (no mentions of protection oop, spit as lube, js p n v lol nothing crazy really) ALSO HERE AGAIN PLSS SEND SOME REQUESTS THIS WAS SOO FUN REGARDLESS<3 王 pairing: starplayer!barou shoei x fem!reader wc: 5.8K

At the time, it was just another walk home with Barou after class

It was just like any other evening.

Another argument over something stupid,

The streets glistened beneath the setting sun as you walked beside him, your bag bouncing lightly against your hip. Barou walked half a step ahead like always, hands shoved into his pockets and headphones hanging around his neck.

"You know" you said, staring at him from behind, "you were a really scary kid growing up."

Barou looked unimpressed, barely even reacted You gave him a glance, "Actually still are..."

"Says who?"

"Says literally everyone what"

"I wasnt scary." "Yeah youre right, you STILL are, i just said this you idiot,"

You pause for a second

"You threatened a boy in elementary school because he stepped on your football."

"He scuffed it" He said bluntly, clearly not fazed by his actions.

You stared at him for a second before letting out a small chuckle

"See? Thats exactly what I mean."

Barou clicked his tongue, tho he didnt deny it.

The two of you continued down the sidewalk in comfortable silence like most of the times

It had always been easy like this.

Youd known Barou for so long that being around him felt natural. Familiar.

"You remember when you used to make those stupid chore charts?"

you asked suddenly

"Youd scream at me when i didnt follow them lol"

"They werent stupid"

"They had time slots!?" You snorted

"They were efficient"

"You scheduled snack breaks, Shouei"

"And?"

You laughed again, shaking your head

As you continued walking down the street your mind replayed several memories

It hit you suddenly then

How close graduation actually was Like two more years and this phase of your lives would be over.

Weird

"You ever think about what things are gonna look like after this graduation?" you ask quietly

Barou glanced at you.

"I already know what mine looks like"

Of course he did

You smiled faintly

"Right... Because youre Barou Shouei, future king of football."

"I am." No hesitation at all.

"You seriously never doubt yourself, huh?"

"No point"

The answer came instantly. Again

Simple and certain

He looked ahead as he spoke again.

"I got scouted"

Your steps slowed slightly.

"...What?"

"A club overseas contacted me"

For a second, you thought youd heard him wrong.

"Overseas?"

"Theyve been watching my games for a while now" His expression remained calm, as calm as barou can be, but you could still hear the pride underneath it. "They want me like ASAP, gotta graduate there"

Your chest tightened unexpectedly.

You knew football was everything to him

Youd known that for a long time

"Thats amazing," you said softly, trying not to sound too hurt

Barou turned to look at you

"Yeah."

There it was again.

That certainty.

Like hed already seen this future for himself years ago

You tried to smile properly, but it was hard not to let that facade drop

Tried to ignore the strange feeling settling in your stomach

"So what, youre just gonna leave Japan and become some big international football star?"

"Obviously"

You rolled your eyes

"Youre unbelievable"

"Im right."

"Tch Cocky"

"You like that Im cocky"

Your face warmed instantly.

"What? No, I dont."

Barou smirked faintly, clearly unconvinced.

You looked away before he could notice your expression.

The two of you crossed the street as you opened your mouth once again.

"When were you planning on telling me this?" you asked

"I just did."

"You know what I mean dumbass"

A pause

"I found out recently"

"Youve seriously been keeping this from me?"

"I was waiting until it was confirmed"

You huffed dramatically

"Wow. So while Im stressing over assignments, youre secretly planning to abandon me for Europe?"

"Im not abandoning you."

You blinked.

Barou seemed to realize it too because he immediately looked away with a scowl

"Youre being annoying."

A small smile tugged at your lips

There he was... ═════════════════════════════════════════════

The plane had barely reached cruising altitude before you unlocked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Still there. PARIS, FRANCE. You stared at the words on your boarding pass and grinned like an idiot. This was insane. Absolutely insane. Not even that long ago, Barou had been stressing over juggling college work between football training sessions and matches. Now he was nominated for the Ballon d'Or. And somehow, you were on your way to Paris rn because hed asked you to be his plus one. Like WHAAT Your phone buzzed. Shouei

Landed yet?

You laughed You

Im literally still in the air bro

A few seconds passed. Shouei

Slow plane

You

Its an international flight???

Shouei

Excuses

You rolled your eyes. Some things never changed.

You

I cant believe this is actually happening

The typing bubble appeared, Disappeared, Appeared again Shouei

Why?

You stared at the message for a second too long. You

SHOUEI.

YOU ARE NOMINATED FOR THE BALLON D'OR.

THE BALLON D'OR.

Do you not realise how crazy that is?

His response came immediately. Shouei

Yeah lol?

Thats why I was nominated

You groaned loudly enough that the elderly woman sitting beside you gave you a strange look You

God youre so insufferable

Shouei

Yet youre still talking to me

Your mind wandered somewhere else again, like it loved doing that. You stare at the screen for probably more than a minute, totally lost in thought and had already completely forgotten about replying. Shouei

Youre overthinking.

Your eyebrows shot up You

Excuse me???

How did you know I was overthinking?

Shouei

Cuz you stopped talking

You only do that when youre thinking too much.

You stared at the message. Years. Years apart and he still knew that. Your chest tightened unexpectedly. You

Thats creepy. ew stop.

Shouei

Whatever

A laugh escaped you. Looking outside the window smiling to yourself

The typing bubble appeared again. Paused. Shouei

Hurry up and get here.

Your breath caught You

Miss me?

Three dots appeared immediately. Then vanished. Then appeared again, like he had no idea how to respond to you. You grinned. You

LMAO

YOURE THINKING ABOUT MEEEE

Shouei

Shut up.

Your smile widened. You

So thats a yes.

Shouei

Get some sleep.

You

Thats definitely a yes.

Shouei

Goodnight.

You

Goodnight, Ballon d'Or nominee :)

Shouei

Dont call me that.

The smile never left your face for the rest of the flight. duh, you couldnt get his words off your mind. ⋮ The second you stepped out of arrivals, you spotted him. Or rather, the ridiculously tall man standing near the exit with a cap pulled low over his eyes and an expression that suggested he'd rather be anywhere else.

Kinda rude if you ask me A grin immediately spread across your face. Barou noticed you a second later. "There you are." "Hi to you too????" You roll your eyes "Took forever." "You literally tracked my flight." "And?" You laughed, wheeling your suitcase over to him. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then Barou grabbed the handle of your suitcase. "Let's go." Just like that. Like no time had passed at all. "Y'know you hella changed i cant lie" You admit walking out the airport together "Isnt that obvious?" "Wow still cocky as always.." The drive to the hotel was easy. SURPRISINGLY Comfortable, and somehow not awkward at all. You told him about the flight, he complained about interviews, you complained about jet lag before you even had jet lag, and he obviously called you dramatic. Everything felt normal. Weirdly normal like he had never even left. "You know" you said, glancing over at him from the passenger seat, "I still cant believe you actually graduated.." Barou shot you an unimpressed look. "What is that even supposed to mean?" "It means you were playing professional football, travelling across Europe, doing interviews, training every day and somehow still submitting assignments." "I said Id finish." "Yeahhh obviously, but like how genuinely." Just as you thought that this would be a normal day, in a normal city, with normal people around you, everything changed as you both got out the car and proved you wrong. The second the car door opened, someone recognized him. "Barou!" And then everything exploded Flashes burst from every direction His name echoed across the streets. Questions were thrown faster than you could process them. "Barou, over here!!" "How are you feeling ahead of the ceremony?" "Whos with you tonight?" "Is this your date?" "Look this way!" Your eyes widened. Date? You immediately looked at Barou. Barou looked ready to commit murder.

One photographer actually lowered his camera to look at you properly before raising it again.

"Do we know her?"

"I dont think so."

"Shes stunning." The cameras somehow became even more interested. "Oh my god" you whispered. The moment you stepped out after him, several photographers immediately redirected their attention. You physically felt dozens of lenses swing toward you.

The flashes became relentless.

Questions started overlapping

"Whos she?" "Is that his partner?"

"Is she a model?"

"Can we get her name?"

You physically felt yourself wanting to disappear.

Clearly they didnt recognize you. I mean obviously, youve been living in the shadow for years.

Which somehow made you more intriguing, now that you were seen with barou.

"Shes gorgeous!!"

"Get another shot hurry"

Barou looked mildly irritated.

"Can we get a pic together?" "Miss, look over here!"

You froze. Not completely. Just enough to make it obvious you had absolutely no experience dealing with this. Barou noticed instantly. His expression darkened. "Tch."

You nearly tripped over your own feet

"Why are they talking about me?" you hissed

"They talk about everyone."

Meanwhile, several photographers were still trying to figure out who you were

Influencer? Model? Actress?

One reporter looked genuinely confused.

"How have we never seen her before?"

He stepped slightly closer

Subtle enough that most people wouldnt notice.

Close enough that you did.

"Stay near me" The words were quiet. Meant only for you. Your heart skipped. Then another flash went off directly in front of your face. You blinked like an idiot.

"How do you do this all the time?" you muttered

"I dont."

"You literally do"

"Theyre annoying every time."

Fair

Barou reached for your suitcase again before one of the photographers could accidentally bump into it

The simple action sent another wave of camera flashes through the crowd.

You heard several excited voices immediately

"Did you get that?"

"Take another one!"

"Over here!"

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole

Barou meanwhile, looked entirely unimpressed The questions only got more personal the closer you got to the entrance of your assigned hotel, barou paid for you to stay in.

"Barou, are you attending together?"

"How long have you known each other?"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

You nearly choked

Barous eye visibly twitched.

"No."

The answer came instantly

A few reporters laughed

You shot him a look.

"Thanks."

"Youre welcome."

The absolute lack of hesitation was mildly offensive. Then, Barou added, "Shes my guest"

The crowd practically erupted

You were pretty sure that somehow made things worse.

More questions followed immediately. Neither of you answered Barou simply placed a hand against the small of your back and guided you toward the hotel doors The gesture lasted maybe three seconds. Three seconds too long.

Because the flashes became even more relentless

You knew those photos were absolutely making it onto every social media. Fantastic...

The second the doors slid shut behind you, the noise disappeared

Silence.

Cool air washed over you from the lobby

For a moment, neither of you spoke

Then you looked over at him

"...Your life is insane"

Barou adjusted the grip on your suitcase.

"Yeah" You stared at him. "People just asked if I was your girlfriend"

"They ask that about everyone"

"I hate that this isnt reassuring"

A faint smirk appeared on his face. Gone almost immediately

"Come on" He started walking toward the elevators. You hurried after him.

Outside, cameras were probably already uploading hundreds of photos. Inside, Barou looked completely unaffected.

As if being chased by reporters was just another part of his day.

And somehow, that might have been the craziest part of all. After youd finished getting ready, your phone had become your worst enemy. It started with one notification. Then another. Then ten. Then fifty. Now you were sitting on the edge of the hotel bed in your dress, staring at your screen in horror "Oh. my. god." You clicked on one post. Big mistake. The first image was of you and Barou entering the hotel The second had somehow zoomed in on your face The third was an actual side by side comparison of every known woman Barou had ever been photographed with You groaned. "What is wrong with people?" The comments were somehow worse.. WHO IS SHE??? Barou has a girlfriend??? No because shes actually gorgeous?? Model? Actress? Influencer? ive never seen this woman before in my life but she is STUNNINGG Need her skincare routine immediately!! How is Barou pulling someone with that face card 😭 You buried your face in your hands. This was awful. Absolutely awful. You clicked out of that post. Another immediately appeared. And another. And another. Every single one was some variation of: MYSTERY WOMAN ARRIVES WITH BALLON D'OR NOMINEE BAROU SHOUEI You wanted to evaporate. Instead, you texted the source of all your problems. You I hate you. The reply came almost instantly. Shouei What now? You Why am I trending??? Shouei Youre trending? You SHOUEI THERE ARE EDITS!!?? Several seconds passed. Shouei Whats an edit? You stared at your phone. Then groaned even louder. A knock sounded at your hotel room door before you could continue your suffering You opened it to find Barou already dressed for the evening. Your brain short circuited for approximately two seconds Because unfortunately, he looked annoyingly good.

UGHHHH A tailored black suit. Hair styled properly for once. The confidence of someone who belonged at an event like this Then he looked up. And froze. His eyes lingered for a second. Then another.

"Took you long enough" You narrowed your eyes "You stared" "I didnt." "You literally did." "Tch." (Translation: yes, he did.) You smiled victoriously. Before he could argue further, his phone buzzed Barou checked the screen "My teammates are downstairs." You grabbed your clutch. "Perfect. Lets go" "No" You blinked "No?" "No." Barou looked at you like this should be obvious. "I got you a separate Uber" You stared. "A separate Uber?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Because Im riding with idiots." That was... fair. "Shouei." "What?" "You flew me to Paris." "Yeah?" "You invited me to the Ballon d'Or" "Yeah." "And now youre abandoning me." "Im not abandoning you." "You are literally sending me away in a separate vehicle, idiot" Barou looked completely unbothered. "My teammates are annoying." Before you could respond, another voice suddenly appeared from behind him. "Oh my god." You looked up One of his teammates stood a few feet down the hallway, staring openly. Then another appeared. Then another. You immediately sensed danger. "Shes real." The first player sounded genuinely shocked. "I thought he made her up lol" Barous eye twitched A second teammate pointed toward you. "So this is the mystery girl" "Shes definitely his date" "If shes not ill happily take her" (Most obvious aiku line BREEHH) "Obviously shes his date." Someone nudged his arm "Im standing right here" you informed them "Exactly" One teammate nodded seriously. "Thats something a date would say" You stared and sighed Barou looked seconds away from committing homicide Another teammate grinned. "Separate Uber is crazy by the way" "Its not crazy" "It is" "You invited a girl to Paris and now youre putting her in another car?" "Thats insane behavior" Barous expression darkened. "Shut up." The teammates laughed immediately You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from joining them Unfortunately, Barou noticed "You too." That only made it harder not to laugh One of the players pointed at him "See? Hes embarrassed!!" "Im not embarrassed." "You absolutely are." Barou huffed and the response only made them laugh harder Eventually, Barou looked at you "Your drivers waiting." You smiled sweetly "Have fun with the idiots" You said winking at him playfully His eye twitched. The teammates burst out laughing

Barou actually looked like he regretted introducing any of you to each other "Alright, lovebirds, the cars here. Move it." Aiku called, jerking a thumb toward the uber that had pulled up

The second the car doors shut, Barou already regretted everything

Aiku was the first to speak againn

"Didnt know you had game, King"

"Shut up"

"The smile in those photos though"

"I said shut up"

"Wait, hold on, hold on"

Aiku pinched the screen

Zoomed in

Then zoomed in again on Barous face

The entire row immediately leaned over his shoulder

"No way..."

"What?"

"Look at him!"

Barous eye twitched.

"Give me that"

Aiku pulled the phone away

"Oh, hes blushingggg"

"Im not blushing"

"You are absolutely blushing bruv"(BRI ISH AIKU MENTIONED)

"Im literally not"

Aiku laughed.

"Brother, Ive known you for years now. Thats the happiest Ive ever seen you look in a pic"

Barou looked ready to jump out of the car

"It was a camera"

"Oh my god"

"What now?"

"He actually smileddd"

"Thats what Im sayingggg"

Aiku pointed at the screen

"There!"

"That's not a smile"

"Youre in denial clearly"

"It isnt a smile!"

"It has teeth, Barou"

The car erupted.

Barou buried his face in both hands, clicking his tongue

Unfortunately for him, Aiku had already found another photo

"Oh, this ones so much worse"

Barous head snapped up

"Worse???"

"Lookkkkkk"

Nobody even attempted to hide their laughter

The photo showed Barou looking directly at you

Not at the cameras.

Not at the reporters.

Just you.

Aiku immediately whistled

"Oh, thats crazyyyy work"

"What?"

"That look right there? Yeah, youre finished"

The entire car lost it

"Im looking in her direction"

"Brother..."

Aiku held up the phone.

"There are twenty seven other directions king"

The laughter somehow only got louder

Barou didnt speak for the rest of the journey

Which, unfortunately for him, only made everyone more certain they were right. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Théâtre du Châtelet was somehow even more overwhelming in person

Celebrities, football legends, actors, musicians and journalists filled the entrance

And somehow, Barou looked completely unaffected by all of it

Youd spent the last ten minutes watching cameras practically fight over him

The tailored Louis Vuitton suit certainly wasnt helping

Neither was the fact that every social media outlet account on the planet seemed obsessed with figuring out who his mysterious plus one was

Unfortunately for you

That mysterious plus one was currently standing rightttt beside him

The flashes intensified the moment you appeared together again

"Barou!"

"Over here!!!"

"One photo together!"

You resisted the urge to hide behind him

But honestlyyyy it mightve been better to

Barou, meanwhile, had his usual mildly agitated expression plastered over his face

The photographers somehow loved that So barou was busy getting interviewed and the usual questions were being asked. You kind of distanced yourself from the situation standing awkwardly by some cocktail tables, looking lost.

"Youve got to be kidding me."

The interviewer blinked. "Sorry?"

Barou clicked his tongue.

"Nothing."

The woman laughed awkwardly before continuing with another question about the Ballon d'Or, but Barou barely heard it.

His attention had already drifted elsewhere.

Across the room.

Straight to you again

The problem was the idiot currently standing next to you.

Niko leaned casually against the table, saying something that made you laugh.

Laugh..

Like genuinely ACTUALLY laugh.

Barous eye twitched. His possession kicked in. That was his territorial.

The interviewer was still speaking, like anyone gave a fuck.

"Do you think this could be your year?"

"It is my year."

His answer came automatically

Across the room, Niko was still talking

You looked amused

Barou hated that

Then Niko reached over and brushed something off your shoulder

"What the hell is he doing?"

The interviewer paused

"...Excuse me?"

Barou realized hed said that out loud

He let out a heavy sigh.

Before the woman could ask another question, someone else joined you.

Bachira He effortlessly joined in like it was nothing, seconds had passed and he already had you laughing at something only bachira would say.

Barou felt something unpleasant settle in his chest

Because why were you laughing that much?

What the hell was so funny?

And why the fuck was Bachira standing so close?

The interviewer attempted another question

Barou didnt hear a word.

Not when Bachira was now showing you something on his phone

Not when Niko was still standing there

Not when you looked completely comfortable around both of them

As if that wasnt bad enough, Aiku wandered over next. Aiku.. Barou nearly snapped the microphone in half

Now all three of them were talking to you

Aiku took your hand dramatically, inspecting your rings

Bachira was grinning

Niko looked way too interested

You looked entertained Too entertained for his liking.

"Barou?"

The interviewer called his name again

"What?"

She stared

"...The question?"

"Whatever"

His gaze remained fixed across the room.

The second Bachira made you laugh again, Barou was done.

Without another word, he removed the microphone and shoved it into the interviewer's hands

"Interviews over."

The woman looked horrified

"Mr. Barou, we are not-"

Too late.

Barou was already walking

The moment he appeared beside you, the conversation died

He dragged you off without a word, not even when you asked him why he left the interview so suddenly. I mean he would never admit being jealous.

After a few photos and a handful of brief interviews and the small little "incident", the two of you eventually made it inside

The theatre itself was breathtaking

Golden lighting, a golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling, rows of elegant seating, massive screens displaying highlights from the football season

You and Barou were seated near the front, so were his teammates

A privilege reserved for the players expected to finish highest in the rankings

Nearby sat Kaiser, Loki, Pablo… Several international stars

The ceremony began

Then the rankings started

Thirty

Twenty five

Twenty

Fifteen

One by one

Names disappeared

The room gradually became quieter

More tense

Every camera flicked between contestants relentlessly for reactions

Players smiled

Some looked disappointed

Others looked relieved

Through it all, Barou remained exactly the same

Arms folded

Completely calm

"You arent nervous??" you whispered

"No."

Of course

The rankings continued

Ten

Seven

Five

By now the atmosphere had completely changed

The audience knew the winner was sitting somewhere in the front rows

The cameras lingered constantly on the remaining contenders

Eventually only three names remained

The theatre darkened

Highlights filled the screen

Goals

Trophies

Records

Moments that had defined the season

Your heart hammered against your ribs

Beside you, Barou looked bored

The presenter stepped onto the stage

"The winner of the 2026 Ballon d'Or…"

The pause felt endless

"…Barou Shouei."

The theatre erupted

Applause echoed through the room

Several players looked openly jealous

Beside you, Barou did not react immediately

No smile

No celebration

No shock

He simply stared toward the stage quietly

As if the result had been obvious from the beginning

As if there had never been another possibility

You screeched, grabbing his upper arm

"OMGGG YOU DID IT CONGRATS"

His gaze remained fixed ahead

"GOGOGOGOGOGO!"

There he was

Barou stood

Then began walking toward the stage

Everyone watched him

At the top of the stage stood Lionel Messi holding footballs most prestigious trophy

For the first time all evening, Barous eyes settled on it

Messi handed him the Ballon d'Or

Everyone stared at him waiting

Barou stepped toward the microphone

Holding the trophy comfortably in one hand

"Ill keep this short"

A few people in the crowd chuckled

Everyone already knew he wouldnt be delivering an emotional speech

"I didnt come to this stage to make friends"

"Or inspire anyone"

The front row shook their heads knowingly

"I came here to win"

Barou lifted the trophy slightly

"And collect what I deserved"

Applause followed.

"In which I did"

His voice remained calm

Steady

"They called me selfish"

A few knowing smiles appeared throughout the crowd

"Arrogant"

"Overconfident"

Barou nodded once

"They were right about one thing"

The room quieted

"I am arrogant"

A louder laugh spread through the audience.

"And my confidence merely reflects what I was made for"

Applause followed

Then gradually faded

Barous expression shifted

Only slightly

Then his eyes moved across the audience

Until they landed on you. Your breath caught as he gave you a knowing look, your chest tightened

Barou continued

The room became noticeably quieter

Barou lifted the Ballon d'Or one final time

"The king of football belongs here"

The standing ovation was immediate

The cameras flashed endlessly

The applause became deafening

And standing beneath the lights with footballs greatest prize in his hands, The king looked exactly where he was always meant to be

After media obligations, ended Barou finally escaped

He was exhausted

He couldnt handle spending the last three hours answering the same questions from fifty different journalists

"How does it feel to win?"

"Did you expect this result?"

"Whats next for your career?"

"Who was the model accompanying you tonight?"

That last one had nearly pushed him over the edge

You spotted him emerging from a side corridor backstage, trophy tucked beneath one arm, suit jacket slung over his shoulder

His expression immediately told you everything

"That bad?"

"Tch"

That answered your question

You fell into step beside him as the two of you made your way through the venue

"Let me guess. They kept asking about me?"

"They kept asking about you"

You groaned

Barou looked significantly more annoyed than you did

"One reporter asked if you were my girlfriend THREE separate times.."

You laughed

"No"

"It wasnt funny"

His immediate response only made you laugh harder

The two of you eventually reached the waiting cars outside

Most of the guests were still inside celebrating, meaning the crowd outside had finally started to thin

You glanced over at him

The trophy was still tucked beneath his arm

You still couldnt quite believe it

"Hey"

"What"

A smile spread across your face

"You wonnnn"

Barou looked at you

Then at the trophy

Then back at you

"As expected"

You rolled your eyes

"Can you be normal for five minutes?"

"No"

"Thought so"

Silence settled between you

The driver opened the car door

You climbed in first

Barou followed a second later

The moment the door shut behind him, he leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes

Not asleep

Just tired

Genuinely tired

You couldnt remember the last time youd seen him look like this

The city lights passed outside the windows as the car pulled away

For a while neither of you spoke

The quiet felt nice after hours of cameras and noise

Eventually you glanced sideways

Barou hadnt moved

"Youre exhausted"

"No"

"Youre literally sitting there with your eyes closed"

"Im resting"

"Thats the same thing"

You smiled

The hotel eventually came into view

The second the car stopped, you looked over at him

"You knowwwww"

"Hm?"

"We should celebrate"

Barou frowned slightly

"We already did"

"No, WE attended an award ceremony"

You pushed open your door

"Im talking about an actual celebration"

"What does that mean?"

"It means we go upstairs"

You stepped out onto the pavement

For the first time since leaving the venue, Barou looked interested

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth

Together, the two of you headed inside

The hotel room felt strangely quiet after everything

For the first time all evening, it was just the two of you

Barou tossed his suit jacket over a nearby chair before dropping onto the edge of the bed

You followed a moment later, settling beside him

The mattress dipped slightly beneath your combined weight

For a while neither of you spoke

You glanced at him

A small smile found its way onto your face

"What?"

You shook your head

"Nothing"

You laughed softly

Then your expression gentled

"Im glad you invited me"

The words seemed to catch him off guard

Only slightly

His gaze shifted toward you

"I mean it"

You looked down at your hands for a second

"You couldve brought anyone"

The entire world seemed interested in Barou now. Yet somehow hed chosen you

A warmth settled in your chest

"Im really glad I got to be here"

The room fell quiet

Barou studied you for a moment

His expression had softened somewhere along the way

Barely

But enough

"You were always going to be here"

Your breath caught

The answer came so naturally

As though there had never been another option

As though hed never even considered bringing someone else

For a second neither of you looked away

The silence stretched

Your heartbeat suddenly felt very loud

Barou was still looking at you

You couldnt remember the last time the two of you had been this close without a screen separating you

Somehow, despite all of it, this still felt easy

His eyes flickered briefly to your lips

Then back to your eyes

The movement was small

But you noticed

Your pulse jumped

Neither of you spoke

The space between you felt impossibly small now

Your smile softened

Then, before you could second guess yourself, you leaned in

Slowly

Giving him every opportunity to pull away

He didnt

If anything, he seemed to grow even stiller

Watching you

Waiting

Your heart hammered against your ribs

Yet the closer you got, the calmer you felt

Like this moment had been waiting for the two of you far longer than either of you wanted to admit

You leaned in slowly parting your lips placing them on his searching for any hesitation

But there was none.

Before you could even react, Barous hands were on your thighs, squeezing them not so gently.

He leaned over you after settling you onto the bed, and for a second you forgot every thought that had ever been on your mind.

Which was embarrassing, considering he hadnt even done anything.

Yet His chest was now close to yours, hands still grabbing your thighs teasingly.

This had gotten out of hand faster than anticipated..

You responded instantly, lips moving against his again, slow and teasing at first, then harder, insistent, matching his frantic energy.

“Barou…i- uh” you murmured against his lips before he kissed you again, breathless, cheeks hot, heart hammering so hard you thought it literally might burst through your chest at any minute.

He hummed against your mouth, a deep, approving sound, fingers threading into your hair as he held you still, slowly caressing up your body.

Everything happened too fast, way too fast.

Barous remaining parts of his suit hit the floor in seconds

His hands where everywhere, up your sides, across your back, squeezing your tits and playing with your nipples

He read your body in what seemed like seconds, like he already knew what you ached for and what you needed

He placed hot and hungry kisses down your throat, your collarbone following up with your hardened nipples

He sucked one of them into his mouth and bit down gently, testing the waters

You gasped and arched into him, moaning his name "Barou h-hah!"

His hands go back to roaming your thighs, pushing your dress upward until your panties are revealed.

His fingers brush over your already wet folds above the thin fabric, forcing a breathy whimper out of you.

He shoved them aside faster than you could react.

Your tits bounced slightly as he tugged you further downward

He reached down, pulling his cock free, your eyes widen when you see the size of him.

Obviously a man like him would have a thick girthy dick, fat with arousal and beads of precum leaking from his tip already.

He pressed his weight along your thighs, nudging them further back against your tummy to settle in between them

He doesnt give you a second to react before he spits down on your spasming cunt, aching for dick.

He bluntly pushes his hard cock against your needy little hole.

He sank himself deeper, forehead pressing into yours, you could feel him, throat clogging as your stomach burned, a mix of heat and pain.

He bottomed out within seconds, so deep, too fucking deep.

He begins to thrust brutally, knocking the air out from your lungs

Your hands immediately went to push him away, grabbing his shoulders, just for a bit, because the pressure of his girth pushing into you was just too much.

The smirk on his lips told you enough, he knew it too, just by seeing your reaction to his dick sinking deep into you his ego spiked again.

Of course he made you feel good, of course you liked it, of course it was too much, but too fucking good.

You moaned, gripping his hands tightly as your back arched slightly off the bed.

He grunted, pulling out only a few inches only to thrust back into you.

Despite sliding into you without a warning, barou made sure to treat you first, he wanted to pleasure you first, entirely. Before finishing himself.

"I-Im so proud you won today barou..~" You whimpered so quietly he almost missed your sweet voice.

It only drove him harder, he was proud of himself too, not because of what he did himself, but because it made YOU proud.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed in with your loud moans, and the hotels bed began to rock back against the wall.

You almost felt bad for the room next to yours.

His hips continued to thrust roughly into your wet pussy, the sound of your wet squelches almost drove him over the edge.

He could feel you were close by how you were clenching around him, how fucked out you looked underneath him, so delicious.

You felt so good around him, so wet, tight and warm.

Its like he couldnt get enough of you.

He needed you everytime he won something now, every celebration should look like this.

"gonna- gna cum barou..!" you whimper, nails digging into his broad back.

You felt your walls tightening further, could feel the sensitivity increase until you finally felt the comfortable feeling of letting it all go, you cum around his cock so hard your whole body started to shiver and shake, pulsing around him like theres no tomorrow.

It didnt take him long to finish after you, pulling out and cumming all over your body, watching it drip down your tits.

Barou collapses on top of you, hes surprisingly soft to you tho, holding you close without a word.

Neither of you had to say anything, you both knew eachother for so long it was obvious.