Ascension│Bluelock x male reader

2.26. Size Is A Social Construct

"Come on, man!"

Y/N sighed with frustration, slumping back in his chair. "I literally had five guys on top of me, where were you?!"

"Dude, you can't count! I'm taking two guys on right now!"

"Please be quiet... I can't hear anything."

"One dead... two dead..."

"I'm with you, Nagi. Push it."

They were playing Valorant. It was one of the few games they all shared in common, but all of them were admittedly at very different skill levels. The scoreboard certainly showed it.

Hiori was on top, with twenty kills even though the game had barely started. Nagi followed right after with fifteen. Niko was on thirteen. Karasu was on ten. Y/N?

He was on three.

It's 'cause I'm playing with these guys. They're so highly ranked... everyone in these lobbies is a tryhard. He consoled himself, spectating Hiori as he easily won them the entire round by himself. Reaching forwards to drink from a water bottle, Y/N sighed.

They were a few days into the break. Y/N was enjoying himself, albeit ruining his sleep schedule at the same time. Currently, it was just past twelve at night, and Y/N didn't plan on stopping the game anytime soon.

"Wait." Niko's quiet laugh came through the headset a second after the round had ended. "Y/N, you're kind of terrible."

"W-what?!" Y/N fumed. "Listen, I'm lagging! And my room is cold! And I'm playing with one hand! And I'm on the wrong sensitivity! And I'm lagging!"

"You said that last one twice."

"Actually go die."

"You've done that every single round so far."

Y/N scowled. "That's racist."

"What-"

"You heard me."

Y/N bought a gun (in game of course) and mentally prepared himself. "Just watch. They're gonna come to me, and I'm gonna kill all five."

"Sure." Niko's character stood in front of Y/N, completely blocking his view. Y/N moved to the side. Niko moved as well, blocking his vision.

"I'll get you cancelled on Twitter."

"I don't even use Twitter. And it's actually called X now."

"Smartass."

"Dumbass."

"What did I tell you about language?" Hiori laughed through the microphone. "My parents will hear."

"Fuck you." Y/N immediately replied.

"Shut up, Y/N." That was Karasu.

"You're racist too, huh?"

"What."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Why do we even play with this guy?"

The round started. Y/N's team was spread out across the map. He himself was tucked into a corner, hiding with his weapon at the ready. Very audible footsteps came running towards him.

"Cause you love my winning personality." Y/N slowly said, eyes fixed on the screen. He leant forwards in his chair, waiting for the enemy to come around the corner.

"You've been yelling the entire game, and you're on three kills."

"Like I said, lagging."

The second before the footsteps were about to get round the corner, Y/N spotted a small glowing orb fly into his view. It detonated a split-second later, and his screen turned bright white. Flashbang???