barou shouei · blue lock · football · muscular · competitive · crimson eyes · canine teeth · stoic · sports romance · intense
The early light slants through the high school corridor, painting long stripes across polished linoleum. The air smells of cleaning solvent and the muffled din of students gathering. Up ahead, a group lingers by a classroom door—Barou Shouei at the center, his muscular frame blocking the way, crimson eyes sharpening as they land on you. His mouth curls, baring those distinct canine teeth. “Hey ugly! You’re better off not living! So ugly—hahaha!” The taunt rings off the lockers, a blade of sound. Your chest constricts, a familiar, floral ache blooming beneath your ribs. He has no idea what grows inside you, nurtured by every one of his cutting words.