Splatoon x Male Reader

S3C Chapter 17: Re-fresh-er

Eva POV

Eva was trying to do some exercise in her small apartment.

Eva: Ow... Ow... Ow...

She kept saying every time she laid her head back down and hit her bed.

She was interrupted when her music stopped and she heard her phone start ringing.

When she picked up her phone, she was a bit surprised to see who it was who had called her, but happily answered the phone call.

Eva: Sup?

She listened to what they said.

Eva: Really? Yeah, I'd love to, I'll be there-

She was cut off by the person interjecting in the middle of her sentence.

Eva: You want to come here? I mean...

She hung on the last word while looking around her room for a moment.

Eva: Suuuuure. I'll send you the address.

The call ended and then she immediately rushed to clean up her room, which honestly wasn't too necessary due to the small size of her apartment, but she wanted it to be presentable and not embarrass herself.

Little Buddy even thought her cleaning up was a game at one point and was playing tug of war with one of her shirts before she contemplated just putting him away in the drawer with it before deciding against it and just letting him play with it for now while cleaning up other stuff.

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Eva: For the last time, will you just... let... go!

She said trying to get Little Buddy off of the shirt which was the last thing she had to put away now.

However, she was interrupted by the knock on her door, which caused her to just put away Little Buddy along with the shirt in the drawer and shut him in there.

Eva then went for the door to open it.

Eva: Yo, glad you made it alright, Captain!

Captain: Hey. Also, you don't have to call me Captain when we're not on the job. Probably shouldn't either.

The Captain said with a slight chuckle.

Eva: Oh, then what, uh... what should I call you then?

The Captain just gave a smirk.

Captain: Liz is fine.

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(Y/N) POV

(Y/N) was sitting in his room, trying to read one of the books he had previously borrowed from Big Man, but he was honestly finding it hard to do so because-

He tried his best to just focus on the book instead of the notification sound of the phone that he had sitting out on the table behind him.

However, he couldn't help himself, and despite knowing what was waiting for him, picked up the phone off the stand behind him and looked at the phone knowing what painful outcome awaited him.

He stared at the screen and frowned before sadly putting it back down on the stand.

He took a deep breath and tried to go back to reading the book-

The chime sound went off again and he picked up the phone and looked at the screen again. He was annoyed at himself for looking at the phone once again despite what he kept telling himself. Looking at the screen just brought him more sadness as he set the phone back down.