Valorant - Story Mode Imagined - Male Reader

Chapter 11: A Gift From The Future

(Short chapter. Sorry.)

The next day

Yoru strolled towards the dining room to get some snacks with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. As he turned the corner to enter the room, his eyes locked onto Skye, who was engrossed in pouring herself a cup of coffee. Sensing an opportunity to make an impression, Yoru swiftly backtracked and took cover behind the nearby wall. He pulled out his trusty butterfly comb from his pocket and styled his blue hair, ensuring he looked absolutely fabulous.

After a moment, Yoru took a deep breath and reentered the room, only to find Skye just a few steps away from colliding with him. Startled, they exchanged surprised glances. Yoru coughed lightly, attempting to regain his cool composure. "Skye. Fancy seeing you here," he greeted, a subtle nervousness in his voice.

Skye returned the greeting. "Yoru. Coffee craving too?" she asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. Yoru nodded, trying to appear casual. "Yeah, just coffee. You know, fuel for the missions and all," he replied, giving a nonchalant shrug. Coffee seemed like the mature and sophisticated choice, superior to mere snacks.

Observing the bruise on Yoru's cheek, Skye couldn't help but express her concern. "What happened to your face? Looks like you took quite a hit," she remarked, her caring nature shining through. "Oh, this. Well, we fought some kind of robot on our last mission. It landed a lucky punch," he admitted, feeling a twinge of weakness.

Skye retrieved her healing trinket and hovered her hand over his bruised cheek. "You should have come to me or Sage. We could have patched you up," she said with care.

Yoru's heart skipped a beat as Skye healed his bruise in a matter of seconds. He touched his face, confirming that the pain was gone. "Thanks, Skye. cough That was... nice of you," he gratefully expressed, his words slightly stumbling.

"Anytime. Looking out for each other is what we do," she replied. With a casual farewell, Skye excused herself and made her way out of the dining room, leaving Yoru standing there. He sighed, then walked to the fridge instead of the coffee machine, still craving some snacks.

Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. "I thought you're getting coffee." It was Jett, sitting at the dining table, munching on a bowl of cereal. Yoru couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her choice of meal for the time of day.

"Since when were you there? And who the hell eats cereal at this hour?" Yoru questioned, glancing at the clock, which displayed 4 PM.

Jett shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, don't judge the cereal obsession. It's an anytime food. And you didn't ask Skye why she got coffee at this hour," she defended with a playful grin. Yoru couldn't resist a snarky comment. "Whatever," he responded as he opened the fridge. "Looks like someone's got a crush," Jett teased, a playful glimmer in her eyes.

Yoru then turned his back on the fridge and glared at Jett, "You say one more shit and I'll tell everyone about your crush on Phoenix," he threatened helplessly.

Jett's face turned red, and she adamantly denied the accusation. "What? I don't like Phoenix! No way! That's... that's ridiculous! Where'd you get that from?" she protested, her embarrassment evident.

Yoru smirked, enjoying her reaction. "Bullshit. It's obvious. It's written all over your face. You've got a thing for him," he playfully teased, watching her squirm.

For a few moments, the two were silent. The air thick with unspoken words and embarrassment. Eventually, Jett broke the silence. "Hey," she called out, her tone shifting to a more serious note. "What?" Yoru responded as he crossed his arms, waiting for his microwave popcorn to be ready.