Valorant Females X Male Reader

Chasing Love (Jett & Neon)

The sun blazed down on the track at Protocol Headquarters, casting long shadows as midday approached. Neon stood at one end of the field, her electric-blue hair catching the light as she bounced on the balls of her feet, practically crackling with energy. At the other end, Jett stretched languidly, her white hair billowing in the slight breeze. Both of them radiated anticipation, their competitive spirits burning as fiercely as the sun above.

"Save it, Jett. You'd only embarrass yourself." Neon called out, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Her eyes sparked with the challenge.

Jett laughed, her voice carrying across the field. "In your dreams, Lightning Bolt! You're fast, but you can't keep up with the wind!"

A few meters away, (Y/n) stood with arms crossed, his imposing figure almost statuesque. (Y/n) was a man of few words, his presence alone commanded respect. He was their reluctant judge, dragged into this by the relentless insistence of the two agents. With his square jaw set in a resigned expression, he let out a sigh that spoke volumes about his current state of mind.

"Are you two done?" (Y/n)'s deep voice rumbled like distant thunder. "Some of us have better things to do you know."

Neon flashed him a playful smile. "Oh, come on, (Y/n)! You know you love it. Besides, we need a fair judge, and who better than the mighty (Y/n)?"

Jett nodded in agreement, her competitive edge softened momentarily. "Yeah, you know you're the only one we trust to keep things fair. Plus, you get to witness my inevitable victory."

(Y/n) rolled his eyes, but there was a faint trace of amusement in his gaze. "Fine. But let's get this over with. Are you going to keep arguing, or are you actually going to race?"

Neon and Jett exchanged grins before letting out their catchphrases.

"Radiant powers, deadly tech. I'm sure we won't break anything," Neon said, her voice brimming with excitement.

"Think you can keep up? Who am I kidding? You know you can't keep up." Jett echoed, her tone equally enthusiastic.

(Y/n) took his place, ready to count down. "Alright, on my mark. Three... two..." He paused, a thought striking him. "Wait a minute. I just want to make sure I get this right. You both are going to have a race... to catch me?"

Neon and Jett both nodded eagerly.

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed. "Are you sure about that?"

Again, they nodded.

(Y/n) continued, incredulous, "So you're saying both of you are going to run at full speed... charging at me?"

"Yes, it'll be fun!" Jett replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

(Y/n) burst out, "Are you girls crazy!?"

Neon chimed in, "Oh, c'mon, don't act like a baby, (Y/n). We know you can take it."

Jett backed her up. "Yeah, it'll be a piece of cake for you. I mean, you are like a Superman version of our world anyway."

(Y/n) protested, "Look, just because I can fly, have super strength, speed, x-ray vision, and laser eyes doesn't mean that I am Superman."

"Exactly like Superman," Neon said with a smirk, Jett nodding in agreement.

"I'm not Superman, okay?" (Y/n) tried to defend his statement. "Those powers and the fact that I came from another planet when I was a baby doesn't make me Superman."

Neon and Jett exchanged a look that clearly said, "For real?"

(Y/n)'s eyes widened as the realization hit him. "Oh yeah... When you say it out loud, it does sound a lot like Superman."