Fantasist • Blue Lock Oneshots

♡ Surprising The King ♡ Barou

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fem!reader x shoei barou

no au

fluff.

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The car ride to Blue Lock is a quiet one. Shoei's sisters are buzzing with excitement beside you, eager to see their older brother. You, on the other hand, are composed, your fingers idly tracing the lace of your black gloves. Your heart beats steadily, not from nervousness, but from anticipation. It's been a while since you last saw him, and while Shoei isn't one to openly express affection, you know he'll appreciate the visit in his own way.

Your style has only grown more refined over time-flowing skirts, corsets, elegant lace, and dark hues that contrast against the bright summer day. Shoei has always been indifferent to your fashion choices, though you do recall a time when he seemed genuinely surprised by your transformation.

That thought makes you smile as the facility comes into view.

Upon arrival, you and his sisters are met with curiosity. Blue Lock isn't a place for casual visitors, but Shoei's teammates are quick to approach when they see unfamiliar faces. The commotion attracts them, their curiosity evident as they exchange glances.

"Who are you?" one of them, long, shiny dark hair, asks as he points at you with his index finger, his tone more intrigued than suspicious.

Shoei's sisters introduce themselves first, grinning. Then, it's your turn. You stand there, hands clasped in front of you, offering a slight nod before speaking.

"I'm Barou's girlfriend."

Silence.

"Wait, what?" Another voice cuts in, a man with heterochromatic eyes, louder this time. Someone else whistles. There's an immediate shift in the air, disbelief settling over them.

Shoei isn't exactly known for romance for obvious reasons. He's an intimidating force, a king in his own mind, dedicated entirely to the sport. The idea of him being in a relationship seems absurd to them.

"You serious? You-" One of them gestures at you vaguely. "You're his type?" The guy with salmon pink hair has his mouth hanging open, too appalled.

That earns him a glare from Shoei's sisters, but you only chuckle.

"Yes," you say simply, adjusting the frilled hem of your dress. "I've been with him since our last year of middle school."

Now, they're hooked. Someone, perhaps the one who spoke earlier, urges you to elaborate. It seems they can't picture Shoei in any scenario that isn't football-related. You can't blame them. Shoei isn't exactly the romantic type in public, nor is he one to share personal matters.

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It was the last year of middle school, right after exams. You hadn't fully embraced your gothic fashion yet, but you were in the process of discovering it. Your clothes were transitioning, bits of lace and corsets starting to appear in your wardrobe. It was a time of self-discovery, and coincidentally, the time you met Shoei.