#barou fluff

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.

— sorry if it’s ooc or if there’s grammar errors !

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besides the scarves and thick puffer jackets, the thing— well person, that kept you warm in the cold winter was barou shoei.

warm as in making your face get hotter every second. your heartbeat getting faster the moment his eyes lay on you. and he doesnt even know that you feel this way. it drives you crazy, but you can’t help but love him either way.

———

it was another chilly night, the wind howling as the snow frolicked in the air. the jackets you wore lost their magic as the weather got colder and the atmosphere was nothing but cloudy days and falling snowflakes.

but oh, how you loved winter.

even with the extreme conditions, you loved it. the way the snow piled up on your driveway, completely covering your legs. how you could finally drink hot cocoa without being judged. how you could finally make snow angels. you could finally wear the clothes you bought just for this occasion— the ones that were just rotting in the corner of your closet. (even if they didn’t really work, they looked cute eitherway.)

you also loved the way barou would wrap your scarf tighter. how he made sure you were wearing your gloves, making sure that you werent shivering to death in these icy temperatures. you loved the way that he cared.

he probably didn’t know, but that was the one of the reasons you loosely wore your scarf— how you would ‘accidentally’ leave your gloves at home so he had to let you put your hands in the pockets of his jacket.

you didn’t want him to know, so things wouldn’t get awkward. so things could stay this way.

all your friends insist you two are more than you think you are, but you hesitate. hesitate to engage with your thoughts; the ones that make you think he feels the same way. you two have been friends since diapers— and it should stay that way.

the streetlights dimmed with a soft golden color, leaving a ray of warmth within the cold air. you and barou were walking back home together after his late night practice. he’d always tell you to go home first, but you insist on waiting for him—so you’d get to spend more time with him.

“you don’t have to wait for me all the time. isn’t it boring?” he questioned, hands in his pockets.

“it’s even more boring at home,” you kicked the snow from blocking your path. “i rather go outside and do nothing than sit at home and do nothing. makes me feel more productive.”

he chuckled. your heart just did a front flip.

“that’s stupid.” he commented.

you clicked your tongue, “it’s not! it totally makes sense.”

“you should be grateful you have someone who’s willing to walk home with you. now you’re not alone,” you gave him a proud smile.

“i rather walk back home alone than hear a girl talk nonsense the whole walk back.” he smirked before getting elbowed in the arm by you. “i’m just joking,” he faced you with a grin and realized that you wore your scarf all wrong, again.

“stop walking,” he held your shoulder, causing you to stop. you faced him and locked eyes with him. his look on you was making you go crazy by the second.

“what?” you asked.

“your scarf.” he replied, getting closer to you like that didn’t just make your stomach do acrobatics. you two were underneath a streetlight, the light from above shining down the two of you.

he then proceeded to unwrap your scarf and put it back around your neck, wrapping it like how he would wear his. his movements were soft and careful— different from how he always was.

you could feel the fondness from his actions as he pulled the scarf to cover your nose playfully, giving you a soft smile.

the smile he’d never show to anyone else,

the smile that happened naturally,

the smile that made you fall inlove with him all over again.

you could feel your cheeks getting redder as you smiled back— holding back from spouting all your hidden feelings behind the scarf.

he flicked your forehead softly and you snapped out of it. “oi. what are you thinking about?” he asks, walking first.

you shook your head, “n–nothing,” you stuttered. gosh, you were grateful your face was hidden with the scarf, or else he would’ve seen the flushed mess on your face right now.

your heart was beating faster than ever. why were you like this? i mean, your heart doesnt go this crazy when he does these things. are you reaching your breaking point?

he was already walking away, but you didn’t follow. your legs wouldn’t move, your heart was fluttering all over the place. you couldn’t contain all the love you had in your heart anymore.

he noticed that you weren’t beside him anymore and turned back to see you standing alone. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and called out, “c’mon, or i’m leaving you behind.”

you stayed silent. you gulped and pulled down your scarf. “are you doing this on purpose?” you raised your voice just a little, revealing your pink colored face as you stared into his eyes.

he turned back completely and was now facing you.

“what?” he said with a puzzled look on his face.

you stepped forward, slightly closing the distance between the two of you. “i said, are you doing this on purpose?!” you could feel your face getting hotter.

he stayed silent. you then looked down at your shoes as you couldn’t look at him anymore. you were too embarrassed.

you hesitated, but kept on going. “don’t you think about it, about us?” you question him.

“the…the late night walks, the random things we’d talk about when we’d take a break from all the walking—the conversation lasting hours because you decide to let me talk all that ‘nonsense’,”

you continued, “the way you’d let me put my hands in your pockets, the way you’d even hold my hand when things got too cold.” you mutter.

“don’t you feel anything?”

he could feel his body stop for a second. he looked at you, but you didn’t meet his eyes. he could see your red face and the way you fidgeted with your fingers. he could feel his ears burning up.

“the way you wrap the scarf around me, the way you always make sure i’m warm even when you’re shivering too.” you’re now just letting all your feelings flow out, you couldn’t stop.

“the look you give me, the smile you show— you dont do that to anyone! not my friends, not even your friends— just me,”

“how do you think that makes me feel?” you squeezed your eyes shut as you got embarrassed as you went on.

you still couldnt look up at him. “it makes me feel things, barou, things that nobody else does.”

“it makes me feel special. makes me feel like you feel the same way.” you paused.

“but i don’t know if you do. i don’t know if you’re just good at pretending, or you just don’t feel the same way. so tell me!” your eyebrows twitched as you felt your heart suddenly go heavy.

you then thought what would happen if he didn’t feel the same way. if he didn’t feel all these emotions you did. this would be over. no more walks, no more hidden stares across the room, no more inside jokes only the two of you shared.

all this thinking and you didn’t even realize he was already infront of you.

“[name],” he called quietly.

you snapped from your thoughts and looked up. finally locking eyes with him. again, you felt your heart beating faster.

“you should look someone in the eye when your confessing your love to them, y’know,” you could hear him slightly chuckle.

“shut up.” you huffed. “you still havent given your answer,” you added.

“will this work?” before you could even answer, he leaned in and placed a soft yet firm kiss on your lips. i think your brains malfunctioning now.

he pulled away and stared at you. his face finally started to flush in embarrassment.

he turned away from you, “now it feels like you’re rejecting me.” he says as he starts to walk.

“n-no! i’m not,” you run up to him, then slowing down. “…i’m not,” you repeat, looking at him as a smile slowly crept on your face.

he looked back at you.

“..what?” he said.

“you just kissed me.”

“i had to prove a point.”

“what, that you’re madly inlove with me?” you laugh. he stayed quiet.

“just shut up,” he said as he grabbed your hand, protecting it from the cold. the rest of the walk fell silent, but not in an awkward way. you two were just embarrassed and were processing what just happened back there.

“hey, what made you fall inlove with me?” you ask him.

“i’m not answering that,” he said as he slightly elbowed you back, payback for last time.

“hey,” you giggled as the corners of your lips lifted and formed a sweet smile. you look at him one last time to see his cheeks had a soft shade of pink.

oh how you loved winter.

Except… hadn’t Barou told you that it was embarrassing to be kissed in front of the rest of his team? Wasn’t he adamant that he’d win no matter if you kissed him for good luck or not?

So why was he glancing at you over his shoulder as he headed towards the locker room with a look somewhere between a kicked puppy and a pissed off cat?

Only Shouei could pull both off at once.

For a moment, you worried for the sanity—and safety—of his teammates, knowing full well they would have to bear the brunt of whatever nonsense he pulled because of the lesson you had decided to teach him. He couldn’t have it both ways; wanting your affection but complaining about it at the same time.

Let him come to his senses, that was the plan, but whether it worked out like that... remained to be seen.

The match was a fast paced, brutal ninety minutes. You spent so long hiding behind your fingers that you almost missed Barou’s second goal, the one that would seal their victory, but considering the fouls that littered the entirety of the match, you couldn’t be blamed.

He spent so long roaring at the players—both opponents and his teammates alike—that you were surprised he wasn’t hoarse by the time the final whistle blew. You could feel his anger like a violent wind, and when it resulted in a yellow card, you cringed.

“Sho?”

The locker room was empty except for him.

Shouei sat in the far corner, head down and towel around his neck. His hair was loose around his shoulders though he was still dressed in his kit, unshowered and sweaty. He didn’t look up as you approached.

It wasn’t until you reached out to touch his shoulder that his hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist, yanking you down so suddenly that you had no other option than to plummet over his lap.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” he asked, voice low but there was no heat to it like you had expected.

You huffed, blowing the hair out of your face. “You said it was embarrassing. Told me you’d win regardless so I decided to honour your wishes.”

“That wasn’t honouring my wishes, woman.”

“How is it not?” You thumped a closed fist against his shoulder, frowning at him when he again caught your wrist, and this time he pulled it to his mouth. Barou kissed the hammering pulse before nuzzling your palm.

Despite yourself, you leaned closer and breathed in the scent of his bodywash mixed with fresh, salty sweat. “Answer me.”

“Tch. Just ‘cause I complain doesn’t mean I don’t want it... your kisses... all that stuff. Don’t let me play without it again.” Shouei paused, garnet eyes searching your face and all you could see was a peek at the vulnerability he only ever showed you. “Please?”

How could you say no?

Charlie,

I’m not the kind of guy who sugarcoats things, so I’ll just say it: You’re a distraction.

Every time I should be focusing on training, I catch myself thinking about you. It pisses me off how easily you get under my skin. I’ve tried to ignore it, to push it aside like it’s nothing, but it’s not nothing. It’s you. And no matter how much I fight it, you’re always there.

So fine. I’m done fighting it. You win.

I like you, angel. More than I probably should. And if you feel the same way, good. If not… tough luck. I don’t plan on giving up that easily.

Barou <3

Charlie,

I don’t know how to start this without sounding awkward, so I’m just going to say it: I like you. A lot. More than I ever planned to.

I don’t know when it started, but somewhere along the way, you became the person I always want to see, the voice I always want to hear. You’re the one who makes me want to be better—not just on the field, but as a person.

I’ve been holding onto this for a while, trying to find the right time to say it. But I don’t think there’s ever a “perfect” time. So I’m saying it now: I want to be with you. If you’ll have me, sweetheart.

Kunigami <3

∘ a/n: hope you enjoy!!

love letter event requests are still open!

thank you so much! :)) 💗

Anita,

I don’t know why I’m even writing this. I’m not the kind of man who fumbles over his words, but you… you make things complicated. No, not complicated. You make things different.

I’ve spent my life believing that the only thing worth chasing is victory, that nothing else matters. But then you came along, and suddenly, winning doesn’t feel as satisfying unless you’re there to see it. You’re in my head, and for once, I don’t mind.

So, I’ll only say this once, listen carefully. You belong at my side, Anni. And I’m not the type to let go of what’s mine.

Barou <3

Anni,

Damn it, I swore I wouldn’t get all sappy about this, but here I am. Look, I like you, okay? A lot. Probably more than I should. It’s frustrating as hell because I don’t know what to do with feelings like this.

But I do know one thing, I don’t want to keep pretending. You drive me crazy in the best way, and I don’t even care if I look like an idiot saying this. I just want you to know.

So, what do you say? Wanna take a chance on a loudmouth like me?

Raichi <3

Anita,

I don’t think I’ve ever struggled this much to find the right words, but I need to tell you this.

You mean more to me than I ever expected. You’re someone I admire. Not just because you’re kind, or because you make everything feel lighter when you’re around, but because being with you makes me want to be better.

So, here it is, simple and honest. I like you. More than a lot. And if you’ll let me, I’d like to stand beside you, as someone who’s more than just a friend.

Kunigami <3

∘ a/n: i decided to write all three for you bc i also couldn't decide haha <3 hope you enjoy sweetie

love letter event requests are still open!

an: angst is not usually where my brain goes but this idea… it just consumed by brain (like he has). My first ever foray into Blue Lock so please be kind!! Plus, it’s just a short lil thing. 🥺

pairing: Shouei Barou x female reader

warnings: self ship coded, SFW, a little angst, a little fluff, Barou isn’t great with feelings

It had been months.

Months of consistently subtle interactions that had led to this. This… unfamiliar feeling in his chest.

It was uncomfortable, and it made him grumpy when he couldn’t identify the source. Barou didn’t like to be in the dark about anything, let alone why his body was misbehaving.

Rubbing a palm over the area didn’t help in the slightest, nor did ignoring its existence.

On those nights where he would lie awake and stare at the ceiling, often the nights before an important match, he would poke at the feeling. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Barou would close his eyes and try to figure out what weighed so heavily on his conscious that his skin prickled from the discomfort. It couldn’t be nerves for his upcoming game, he was the king and the king had no worry about his prowess out on the field.

It made him even more grouchy than normal; growling and snarling at his mediocre teammates when they tried to joke with him. He was a bear with a bad head, and everyone was sick of it—most of all, him.