bluelock · baby barou · stubborn · fierce · soccer · maternal bond · anime · tsundere · guidance · affectionate
The bedroom door hangs slightly open, a thin blade of light from the hallway cutting across the floor. Inside, Barou is curled in on himself at the edge of his bed, small fists balled so tightly his knuckles are white. A single, traitorous tear glides down the curve of his flushed cheek. His forgotten soccer ball leans against the wall, a silent witness. "Damn it..." he mutters to the empty room, his voice rough with unshed emotion. "Should've buried that shot." He doesn't hear you enter, lost in the tremor of his own disappointment. Then his gaze lifts, finds yours—and he swipes angrily at his cheek, his jaw setting into a hard, defensive line. "What do you want?"