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braunlvr · 2 years

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unexpected surprises: barou

aaaa coffee au, never gets old.. as a food worker. i can only wish i met a man like this 😩.

tags: coffee au, blue lock doesn’t exist but soccer is still mention, fluff, barou doesn’t know how to handle crushes and it shows, and gn! reader

barou was lost in a loop of not knowing what to do with his life. soccer was what he known, it’s all he’s ever known. teams wouldn’t accept such an egoist like barou, he overtook and most people didn’t like that or couldn’t handle it. no teams meant he couldn’t show the world his skill. he still trained like it was the end of the world but he never got to apply it on the field. barou glanced at the stores as he walked through the city. wanting to clear his mind, his tall figure stood him out and his intimating bitch face didn’t help.

walking into a small cafe he glanced at the menu. seeing all types of drinks but none of them particularly stood out for him. before leaving he hears.

“feel free to ask any question about our menu” he turns around and sees you. the most attractive person he’s ever seen. sure he’s seen good looking people in his life but never were his type. you? god, from head to toe you were everything he wanted. needed even.

“uh.. shit” barou looks at the menu. trying to find the first thing he saw. coffee? no. tea? no. “do you have any protein related things?” he asks. you chuckle. looking up at the screen trying to search for it.

“i can make it possible for you” barou always carried his protein powder in his bag. the one he slags around on his shoulder. he unzips it and gives you it. “i can add it to anything” barou glances again at the menu.

“can you add it to your… uh suggested one?”you nod and charge him the drink.

barou sits down not too far from the counter but just enough where he could glance at you every so often and not get caught.

you called his name and barou lit up. standing straight up from his table. walking towards the counter, he sees you slide the drink closer to him. the way you said his name made his mind a little hazy. you waved goodbye and he walked out. barou smelling the drink before taking a sip.

“fuck that’s good” barou whispers to himself. walking back to the soccer field.

the next day he comes by. the cold winter mornings had him running into the cafe. the warm air and the soft music hugging him. barou looks up to see you, working behind the counter. calling another person’s name. you glanced at the door, the bell rung which barou hates because he feels the limelight is on him.

normally he would love it, as he is the “king” but seeing you looking at him. the soft smile on your face. it was a different type of attention not one of fear but of comfort.

“and you’re back. im glad my concoction suited your taste” you grinned. seeing another coworker brush behind you.

barou takes a look at him. blue eyed and black hair. seems a bit younger. smiling gleefully, barou didn’t find the guy too amazing.. he was sure he was more amazing.

“isagi.. can you take this order i need to check something in the back” barou’s mood dropped. this guy? taking his order.. instead of you?! the blue haired man walks up the counter, barou’s bitch face was fully activated wether he knew or not.

“what can i get started for you today?” isagi smiles. while barou tries to catch peeks of you in the back.

“coffee is fine thank you” barou grumbles out almost.

“is there anything you would like to-“

“just black” barou says. paying for the pure black coffee. he’s pathetic is what he thinks. spending a few dollars just to see a person? and it’s not like he can just come back in the cafe again. he’ll have to wait and that black haired man just had to be working at the same time which caused-

barou bumps into a white haired man. nagi if he can remember was the name.

“sorry, i’m just late to my job” nagi explains. clearly rushing but barou saw a peak of the apron. same color as yours. there’s no way TWO people that he could call enemies were working with you.

“wait bastard!” barou grips the wrist of nagi’s. he glanced at the taller man. wondering what one of his rivals could want from him.

“what is it? i’m in a hurry” nagi pulls his wrist. he glanced at the cup that barou was holding, seeing the familiar logo.

“you work here right?” barou lifts his cup and points at the logo. nagi is confused but nods, not understanding where this was going.

you stretch after a long rush. customers after customers. isagi sighs in the back taking his break while you cleaned up. checking the time you saw it was past the time nagi was suppose to be here. grabbing your phone you decided to call him, not getting a response.

“… weird” you walk to the back. isagi looks up. cream cheese on his cheek from the bagel he was eating.

“what’s the problem?” you leaned against the wall. glancing at the schedule to make sure you weren’t mistaking anything .

“nagi is suppose to be here, if he’s too tired he usually texts me by afternoon” you were flexible with those two. isagi and nagi wanted to become something big in soccer. so you supported them however you could. making sure they got tournaments and other matches off.

“that isn’t like nagi, maybe he-“ the door rings and you check to see nagi. he waves at you.

“sorry, something came up” nagi explains. you welcome him and don’t ask too many questions. nagi was never late to begin with so you must thought it was an emergency.

the thing that came up?

barou asked him every question in the book about you. what’s your name? do you live in town? do you have a partner? which barou asked shyly, nagi’s never seen him like that. your hobbies? your passions? etc.

one of barou’s questions was about soccer. he simply couldn’t date someone that didn’t at least respect it.

“yeah.. adjusting the schedule to fit our soccer needs is just one thing they do” there was more?! god you were heaven. “can i go now?” nagi glanced at his phone. seeing you text him.

“yes. go on fucker” barou brushed nagi off. he sighs and starts running to his car. “and thanks” barou yells once nagi couldn’t be close to him. nagi gave a thumbs up before driving off.

a week goes by and barou went by a couple times. he genuinely started to like the drinks there, even if you weren’t there it was not as bad as before. enjoying a drink anyway.

barou sets his bag over his shoulder and opens the door. he sees you working, all by yourself. must’ve been a tournament nagi and isagi had to go to. you looked up and saw barou. his hair was down and seemed damp. he walks up the counter, glancing at the counter.

“the regular?” you ask. barou’s blinks a couple time.

“you remember that shit?” barou’s brain could barely function. you chuckled and he then realized he was the cause of your laughter, holy shit. and did he want to make you laugh more? of fucking course.

“how could i forget?” you officially broke the man. is that normal? learning someone’s drink a week in? was that just a coincidence? “here it’s on the house” you saw the last customer leave. only you and barou were in the store.

barou sat down, closer then before. seeing you make the drink. your hands working perfectly. focused on his drink… god HIS?! drink. you set the drink in front of him and go back to cleaning the machine. sipping the drink, barou hums in delight.

“is it that good?” you laugh. leaning against the counter. barou doesn’t open easily but something about you makes him want to. talk about soccer and how he’s lost of what to do. barou tries to guess if you would be impressed by his “king” title. the one that dominates in the field could barely get a full sentence out in front of the person he likes.

“it’s delicious.. i guess” barou whispers the last part. barely would be able to hear it if it was busy. you nod taking that answer. proud to have the scary man down to something more delicate.

barou doesn’t talk much, you went back to cleaning. stocking things, making the very few orders for people. barou taps on the cup of his, seeing your smile. your hard work and your kindness. he leaves a hefty tip every time. sometimes directly giving it to you. you thanked him with a smile.

soon barou had to go, it was nice to spend alone time with you even if it was short lived. you waved at him and he nonchalantly threw one back.

after a few days. isagi had taken your well known days. barou expecting to see you everytime, only to meet the blue eyed freak.

“dark coffee again?” isagi asks. barou nods, not speaking much at all.

4:23pm | saturday

isagi: barou is going to kill me one of these days.

y/n: what do you mean? he’s nice!

isagi: nice to you! he’s not mean but he’s so much quieter and intimidating when you aren’t here T_T

y/n: his drink doesn’t make him happy? does he ever ask for the protein to be added?

isagi: his drink? it’s just black coffee isn’t it?

“you only trust me with your drink huh?” you ask. barou looks up from the tip screen. almost like a deer in headlights. he shrugs his shoulders.

“i only trust you to make it right” he comes up with something quick. you laughed. barou looking up to see you lean over the counter.

“are you saying i can’t train my staff!” you cross your arms. barou gets flustered, getting ready to explain himself but that was before you laughed again. “you’re cute when you’re flustered” barou’s never been called cute in his entire 19 years of living. he’s been called shithead, bitch, bastard, fucker, the worst person alive, and king. the ones he’s most proud of, but cute is gonna come second place.

barou didn’t realize he completely froze up till you cleared your throat. bringing him back to reality. “i like you” barou blurbs out. his mouth working faster then his mind. you freeze too, not expecting those words to come outside his mouth.

“well… i’m not busy saturday. say 3pm?” you asked him out. barou nods, you wrote it on his cup. passing it to him. smiling while you walk away from the big softie.

barou counted the days down till saturday, running back and forth training so time could go faster. nagi runs up to barou, alongside isagi. he glanced at them wondering what they were doing.

“what do you want shitheads?” barou runs a bit faster hoping to out run them. isagi sees nagi glance at him. almost telling him it was a bad idea.

“we need a replacement for a team” barou chuckles. stopping the brutal pace he was making them follow. they stood side by side. “bachira never backs out but he fell sick, and we can’t play without another person” barou pauses his music. glancing at the two of them.

“what time and day?” barou asks, both of them were shocked that he agreed. maybe you were rubbing off on him.

the day came closer and barou woke up early saturday. all he had to do was play in this match and then go on a date with you. that’s all, that’s a good fucking day.

the match started too early for him to pass by you and get a drink. running by it he sees you opening the store. you catch him and run to the front door opening it.

“see you later barou!” you wave and he waves back. continuing to meet up with isagi and nagi.

meeting up with them he saw some familiar faces. he hasn’t quite remembered their name but none the less he was excited to play soccer.

during the games they just kept winning, the entire crowd cheers and barou felt his heart fill with adrenaline once again. smiling and bragging about his goals. isagi and barou worked in a special way that no one else could understand. it felt so fucking good. the sun rose up and by the time barou finished his last game he saw the sun set. and that’s when he went pale in the face.

his date.

how could he forget. barou stands up and isagi calls out his name but it was muffled by the panic in barou’s mind. running to the cafe. you were planning on meeting him at the cafe.

barou sees you behind the counter. your whole persona was gone, you seemed gloomy. it was all his fault and he bit his lip. he had to be man enough to own up to his mistake. you glance at the clock again and barou opens the door, the ring of the door. again you lifted your head.

barou runs to your register. huffing still in his jersey. “i’m so fucking sorry. i lost track of time and i had to play in this shitty match and i didn’t know what time it was till the fucking sun went down” he explains barely catching his breath.

“it’s fine. i picked up another shift anyway” your voice sounded low, it caused barou to feel another arrow of guilt. you didn’t even request a different day and barou didn’t feel he had the right to ask.

“i’m sorry.. again. i-”

“you saw me!” you yell but realize you were still on the clock. lowering your voice you continued to express your disappointment. "you saw me. you could've told me you had a match, some of my crew are soccer players. i could've waited or even watched you play. but instead i was left stood up" barou felt like an idiot. he was running late and so many things were occupying his mind that he didn't even think to tell you.

"here's your drink barou. just leave" you slide the drink towards him. he hesitates on grabbing it. looking up at you, should he say something?

"i'm sorry. i swear i didn't mean to do that to you" you nod and he leaves.

barou's exictment about winning the games and the goals were all gone. now he lays down on his bed, the light faint noises of the city. he sighs rolling over. even cleaning wouldn't make him feel better. everything was already spot-less as it was. barou looks at his contacts seeing nagi and isagi. the two that were closest to you.

barou: you and the blue haired idiot. meet me in 20.

isagi: what for?

nagi: we are eating out for the celebration. where are you?

barou: doesn't matter. you two owe me one.

isagi was the first one to show up. nagi was next. barou walks up to the two of them. freshly dressed and smelled wonderful. his hair was slicked back and the black button up suited him just right. they were both confused.

the plan was to force the two to work the rest of your cover shift. isagi and nagi looked at each other.

"isn't that suppose to be-"

"don't care. didn't ask. you two owe me, as i said again" barou glares at them. isagi and nagi didn't have much of a choice. barou did save their team from getting disqualified.

"alright, we'll do it. can't believe you like someone this much" nagi comments. isagi lightly laughs. barou felt a hint of annoyance but couldn't stop them from continuing their teasing.

"what?! no.. i don't like.. i mean i do but not like that!" barou was as obvious as a stop sign. they both walked in the store, he followed behind. you raise your head seeing the two.

"hey welcome back! did you guys win?" you smile and nagi didn't answer. punching you out. you didn't question how they knew your clock in numbers. "what- guys?" barou then walks in. presented nicely and you widen your eyes.

he's holding a mug. placing the mug on the table a small foam art was presented.

a.. very poorly written "i'm sorry" was written on top of hot coco. chuckling you glanced at the two putting on their uprons.

"i'm sorry. can i get a second chance?" barou asked geniuely. you smiled at him, god he did look handsome. you felt your ego fed seeing such a scary man would do this much just for your attention.

“yeah.. yeah i guess you can” quoting barou, he laughs. you untie your apron. you take barou’s hand and he looks down to see how well your hand fits in his. it’s perfect and you lead him out of the store. isagi and nagi looking at you two leaving.

“he’s going to fall like a flight of stairs” isagi smiles fondly and nagi nods. seeing you two laugh outside the cafe already, barou blushing holding flowers.

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braunlvr · 2 years

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how my bluelock favs handle jealousy:

ft. rin, barou, and oliver

TRYING to make my post a little more pretty... but I do not know for the life of me. BUT! here's another bluelock post, trying to post more of my WIPs instead of making new ones and never finishing them.

gn! reader / sfw / lightly edited

rin number 10:

rin would be lying if he said he wasn’t possessive. he doesn’t date easily so the fact he is with you and how much he’s attached to you. you're never leaving him. rin did propose to you so he meant it.

rin is in love with you and although he doesn’t say sappy things about you he never forgets to say i love you everyday. some more emotional then others. he loves your laugh. how often he hears your laughter he could recognize in a crowd full of people.

wait.

rin looks up and sees you laughing at a party, a business party he had to attend to. blah blah blah about some celebration of a sponsor. he could care less.

the thing he cared for was how you were laughing with another guy. the laugh he only hears so he thinks. rin stares at you with a drink in his hand, it was only water but if looks could kill. the man would’ve been in a grave.

you turn around and point towards him, he’s confused but does a small wave.

“what was that about?” rin asked nonchalantly, masking his annoyance. it clearly didn’t work as venom was in each and every word.

“just someone i met, he was wondering who i can to the party with” you smiled. glad you could show off your fiancé. rin didn’t seem very happy, you let your leg caress his.

“don’t worry baby, why do you think i’m marrying you and not anyone else?” you spoke softly. rin knew you were right.. everyday you told him how lucky you were to have him.

barou number 18:

who the hell i am fooling, barou couldn’t hide his jealousy if it killed him. walking around the city, barou noticed many people looking at you. even with your hand holding his. people couldn’t stop laying their eyes on you.

you talked and talked never noticing how they were looking at you. “are you paying attention?” you snap him out of his glares. barou opened his mouth like he got caught in a trap.

“just.. people looking at you” barou whispers. saying out loud sounded a lot worse then he meant. you look at him and laugh.

“are you jealous?” you ask. barou shrugs his shoulders looking away. “oh! my king is jealous!” you laugh, he shoos his hand away. leaning your head on his arm he groans.

“yeah yeah you’re right i’m jealous blah blah” barou mocks you. chuckling you hold his hand tighter.

“it’s because you’re too hot” barou grins. kissing your neck, you push him away. “but you’re all mine.. aren’t you?” he whispers.

“is your jersey not enough?” you look down seeing that today’s outfit did include his personal jersey. it never fails to make barou grin like an idiot.

“maybe a ring would help” you whisper in his ear. barou shuts down a little, he stops seeing you continue to walk before glancing back at him.

“noted…” barou caught up holding your hand.

oliver aiku number 2:

oh man the player like him.. you tamed this beast somehow. oliver was yours and he made sure you knew. i mean you took a massive chance with this guy. a player and a famous player? that can’t go wrong. but oliver’s cocky personality and deep down warm heart won you over.

“please baby.. give me a chance. i promise i won’t let you down” is what he begged. you nodded and he kissed you not a moment later.

when oliver gets jealous he doesn’t see it as competition. the person in question wasn’t much to him. he’ll use it as a way to get what he wants though.

your car broke down when you got off work. oliver was busy with practice and a coworker offered you a ride home. getting out of the car you saw oliver through the living room window. you chuckled seeing him raise an eyebrow.

“thank you. i’ll see you at work” you wave and walk into your home. oliver ignoring your hello. raising your eyebrow you walked in front of him.

“earth to oliver, love?” you ask. oliver melted a little when you called him “love” it made his heart full.

“who was that?” oliver asked. you looked outside to see your coworker waving before driving off. seemingly waited till you got inside your house before leaving.

“my coworker avery. why?” you sit next to him. he rests his head on your shoulder. enjoying your presence after a long practice.

“has avery played on the national football team for japan?” oliver grabbed his bowl of popcorn popping some in his mouth.

“no… avery hasn’t, you can say you’re jealous. it makes you cuter” you kissed his lips. “plus i need a ride to work tomorrow. my car broke down” you played with his hair.

“ask avery to” oliver chuckles. you sigh, he was a brat sometimes. "maybe you can do something to make me forget about mr.avery" oliver grins signaling you to come closer.

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