~Darling~ (Helluva Boss Striker x fem reader)

♛𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 ♛

(Y/N) POV

After a nice, long sleep, I woke up to see an excited Blitzø starring right back at me.

"..."

"..."

"Whatcha dreamin' bout?"

"Sir, please, get out."
I demanded.

He frowned and pulled away.
"Geez, somebody's a bit of a bitch."
He pouted.
"Eh, I expected that from you."

I sighed angrily as I got up.
"Of course you did sir..."

I felt like I forgot something, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Oh yeah...what happened with Striker yesterday...
I still don't know why I did it but, it just felt right.
But it wasn't that...what was it-

Shit.
The Pain Games.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!"
I ran to my suitcase and started frantically getting my clothes.

"Woahhh what's the rush (Y/N)?"
Blitzø asked, oblivious as always.

"The Pain Games sir!"
I said as I grabbed my clothes.
"You're competing too right?"

"Well fuck yeah I am!"
He said, full of pride.

"Then get the fuck out of my room and get ready!"
I pointed to the door.

"Geez, language."
He smirked as he left my room.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance.
Whatever.

I quickly put on what I wore yesterday, brushed my hair and ran downstairs.

Lin and Millie were inside.

"Morning, (Y/N)!"
Millie said.
"Have a good sleep?"

"Yep! Are you gonna watch the pain games today?"
I asked.

Millie looked at Lin angrily then the floor whilst folding her arms.
"I guess I have to."

"Aw, I'm sorry you can't compete Mill's."
I said.
"Here, I'll compete for you."

Millie gasped.
"Really?!"

I nodded.

She came over and hugged me.

"Aw, thank you thank you thank you (Y/N)!"
I'll cheer you on! Promise!~"
She was beaming.

I smiled back.

"Hey uh, where's Striker by the way?"
I asked.

Just then, the door opened.

"Miss me already?"
And of course, the 'wrong timing' trope became true.

I turned around and folded my arms.

"Hey, I never said that."
I said.

He smirked.