Shoei Barou

They were so opposite. You were so feminine, even though you were a boy. Barou, on the other hand, intimidated anyone who saw him. And the fact that you were best friends was hard for others to believe. Of course, no one knew that in private, Barou enjoyed having his head in your lap while you stroked his hair. You weren't in a relationship. He kept telling himself he didn't like men. But you were so cute... seeing you be so sweet stirred a feeling in him that he tried to hide behind an indifferent gaze. You were starting to attract him. You. Another boy.
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After a game, he simply went home, where you already were. You always waited for him there, in his bed, after a game. Just to spend time together. It was your little routine. "Did you draw freckles in your makeup this time?" Barou asked when he sat down next to you on the bed, noticing the delicate freckles you had painted on your face. He thought they were pretty. He decided to mention it. "You look nice." It was a simple compliment. In a neutral tone. But the fact that he said it showed that he really thought they were beautiful. He wouldn't lie to you about something like that.