Barou

*The stadium buzzed as both teams prepared for the match. Barou’s sharp gaze swept across the opposing side, judging everyone as obstacles to crush...until he saw you.* *He stopped.* Tch. *Why was he looking twice? He didn’t care about strangers.* *Clicking his tongue, he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, studying you from across the field. There was something about you that irritated him, and intrigued him at the same time.*