Splatoon Manga Various x Modern! Otaku! Reader [DISCONTINUED]

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Splashdown!

"?!"

Splat!

Splat!

"Game set!"

You smirked. You Splashdowned over Goggles Splashdown. Of course, you did this knowing the blue team would still win, even if you didn't.

"Victory for the blue team!"

"Yeah!" Goggles cheered.

You looked at them all, triumphantly.

"Huh? (Y/n)? Why do you look so triumphant? We lost," Gloves remarked, poking your cheek.

"Heh, you wouldn't get it," you replied, pushing his hand away.

You were just proud of yourself for holding back so much.

Despite wanting to battling Emperor to such a gargantuan extent, you still held back, THAT much.

Yeah, you slipped a bit...

But was able to hold back.

So in that sense, you felt the true winner was you.

"We won't lose next time!" Gloves exclaimed. "Yeah, next time you won't have me," you mumbled.

"Same here!" Goggles cried, "We won't lose!"

And now they all began to chatter amongst themselves as you stayed quiet. Not staring at anyone in particular. Still, you smirked.

"Hn? (Y/n)," Goggles called out to you, grabbing you attention, "Did you have fun?"

"Huh? Uhh yeah," you lied, still disappointed you couldn't try your best.

"Are you sure?"

Now everyones attention was on you.

"No?" you sheepishly revealed, curious to his curiosity.

"(Y/n), I want you to do your best, and have fun next time!" Goggles peppily cheered, grabbing your shoulders, causing you to jump back, and fight back a light (f/c) blush.

"Uhn, sure!" you happily responded, brushing his hands off your shoulders.

"Wait, you mean (Y/n) wasn't doing her best?" Straps asked, bamboozled.

"Now that you mention it..."

"Oh yeah..."

You deadpanned at them. Traitors. They get dem spankk

"We're off!" Goggles cried, waving as he and his team left.

"Wait!" you called out, "Tell Prince that I think he's really cute and I want his goddamn number!"

"?!"

"(Y/n)!"

You chuckled as Straps made a bump on your head. Knowing that team Emperor was in the crowd, Goggles didn't really have to.

Turning behind you, you knew Prince was in the front row, behind you. Smirking, you playfully winked. Earning a flabbergasted reaction from Prince.

"Who are you winking to...?"

"Haha, it's nothing," you smirked turning back to your team.

"... You've been weirding me out lately..."

"Heh, that's fine," you brushed off, "I better get going, Clips probs doesn't want me here any longer than I have to."

"Oh, that's right!" Gloves recalled, waving you off, "See ya around."

"Heh," you chuckled as you walked away, loud enough for them to hear, "Aren't you excited? The king is about to be dethroned."

"Yeah."

—TimeSkip—

You were looking for a seat in the crowd, you were scanning the every row with great detail, when you bumped into a certain inkling.

"Oof. Sorry—"

"Ah, (Y/n), was it?"

Emperor.

"My apologies."

"Oh, hey Emperor."

You stopped and turned to face him.

"What did you mean, 'the king is about to be dethroned'?"
Sweating, you eyed the stern expression in-front of you. 'Shit, I forgot they could here me... But, are they actually serious?'

"...It was just a rough guess," you excused, noticing Emperor was alone, "Huh? You by yourself—"

"Please refrain from changing the subject," Emperor politely scolded. "And I believe that is a lie."

"Huh? Why would you think that?" you asked, actually bamboozled. Fighting back the intimidating aura.

"I heard your conversation with Mask of the S4 the other day," Emperor explained. Adding sweat drops to your face. "Sorry for eavesdropping... I heard everything."

"... Did you see everything...?" you sheepishly asked, looking away, now blushing a deep (f/c) as you recalled what happened.

You failed to notice Emperor's pastel yellow blush.

You listened as he cleared his throat, "Erm, yes. From the Shoal to when you went home. I heard everything and saw everything."

By now you were a blushing mess, mainly because you were a weak fangirl. And was weak to social interaction, stfu that dat-woot.

"!"

And Emperor's blush deepened to.

"Ehh hehe... Uhmm, I think... I'm just gonna leave," you explained, as you ran elsewhere.

"Okay— wait! You still have yet to answer my question..." Enperor deadpanned, blushing at you retreating figure. "I also forgot to ask her what she meant by 'tell Prince I think he's really cute and want his goddamn number'..." Sighing, he shook his head and headed towards his team.

He was ready

But he wasn't ready to be dethroned.

A/n:

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Apparently y'all enjoyed the spice in the last chapter— that was sadly short.

Soo...

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