Zenless Zone Zero x male reader

Y/n's character trailer demo

Y/n leans back against the wooden counter of a small, dimly lit noodle stand. The smell of savory broth fills the air, and steam rises from the bowl in front of him. His posture is relaxed, but his eyes still hold an intensity that speaks of something more dangerous lurking beneath his calm demeanor. The old noodle stand owner, a grizzled man with a white beard, grins as he serves Y/n a steaming bowl of noodles.

Noodle Stand Owner: "Here you go, kid. Extra spicy, just the way you like it."

Y/n gives a small nod of appreciation and takes the chopsticks, carefully stirring the noodles in the bowl. The owner watches for a moment before turning his attention to his other customers.

As Y/n starts to slurp the noodles, his phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out, glancing at the screen. The message is from Belle, the ever demanding member of their little trio. Her text comes with a cute pouty emoji, and the words make Y/n sigh audibly.

Belle's Text: "Hey! You're supposed to be taking care of commissions, not having snacks! 🍜"

Y/n rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath, as though this happens far too often.

Y/n: "She really doesn't know when to quit."

He glances over at the noodle stand owner with a small, tired smile.

Y/n: "Guess I'm being scolded... again."

Noodle Stand Owner chuckles and shrugs, continuing to work on his next order.

Noodle Stand Owner: "You kids and your tech. Never a moment's peace, huh?"

Y/n nods, pulls out his wallet, and places the correct amount of money on the counter, along with a tip. He finishes his noodles in a few quick bites, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Y/n: "Thanks for the meal. Tell the missus I’ll be back again soon."

The owner gives him a nod and a wave, and Y/n exits the small stand. He stands for a moment outside, watching the world go by, the weight of his responsibilities slowly creeping back into his thoughts.

His phone buzzes again—another text, this time from Wise.

Wise's Text: "Y/n, are you going to keep wasting time on noodles, or are you coming back to help? 😒"

Y/n looks up at the darkening sky, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He rolls his eyes and shoves the phone back into his pocket.

Y/n: "Guess I can’t avoid it forever."

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The scene cuts. Y/n enters a building, walking up a narrow staircase, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. He reaches the door, opens it, and steps inside.

The apartment is dimly lit, with only a few lamps casting soft, warm glows. Belle is sitting on the couch, scrolling through something on her tablet, and Wise is at the small kitchen table, sorting through papers. The atmosphere is casual, yet there's an underlying tension of work to be done.

Belle: (looking up with a mischievous grin) "Finally! The noodle king returns."

Wise: (without looking up) "Nice of you to join us. Now, let’s get back to work. We have commissions piling up."

Y/n drops onto the couch with a groan, running a hand through his hair.

Y/n: "I needed a break... you two are so demanding."

Wise: "Someone has to keep you in line. Now, enough of the lazy excuses. We have work to do."

Y/n chuckles softly, leaning back against the couch. His eyes flicker red for a moment, a hint of something darker lingering beneath the surface.

Y/n: "Yeah, yeah. I’ll get to it. Just... give me a second."

His hand tightens into a fist, the veins beneath his skin visibly throbbing with a strange, unsettling energy.

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Later that night, the scene shifts to a dark alleyway. Y/n stands alone, his posture tense. The wind blows, and the faint hum of the city’s lights fills the background. He clenches his fists, his veins pulsing with a deep crimson glow.

Y/n senses the presence of a few enemies—mutants, no doubt. He grips the hilt of his blade, a weapon he only uses when his demon possesses him. The Red Demon stirs inside him, urging him forward.

Toshiro: (softly, almost a growl) "Hmph, Weak."

The Red Demon’s power surges through him, and his veins beat with a dark intensity. His eyes shift to a terrifying shade of red, and his body twitches with raw, untapped energy.

Y/n's first move is sudden—he slashes through an enemy’s weapon, disarming him with a single, fluid motion. The enemy tries to retaliate, but Y/n is already behind him, his blade cutting through the air like lightning. He doesn’t stop. Each strike is faster, harder, and more brutal than the last.

Y/n: (panting between strikes) "Still... not enough!"

The enemies around him multiply, but Y/n is unstoppable now. The demon’s power fuels him, heightening his speed and strength beyond human limits. He slashes through his enemies with terrifying precision.

Y/n: (panting, his voice full of dark satisfaction) "More... power."

With a sudden, explosive roar, Y/n activates his special skill: Crimson Surge. His body erupts in a fiery red aura, his strength quadrupling as he unleashes a series of devastating strikes. The enemies around him fall, one after another, their bodies crumpling to the ground.

He stands amidst the wreckage, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The Red Demon within him pulses, demanding more.

Y/n: (almost in a whisper, eyes glowing bright red) "Not... enough."

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The scene cuts to Y/n returning home, blood still fresh on his clothes. Belle and Wise are sitting at the table, and Y/n collapses into a chair across from them.

Belle: teasingly "You know, you’ve got to stop going full demon mode every time. It’s exhausting just watching you."

Y/n looks at her, his eyes still red, his voice low and serious.

Y/n: "You know... it’s hard to control when the power feels so good."

Wise smirks from the kitchen, shaking his head.

Wise: "Yeah, well, you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself like that. We’re here to keep you grounded, remember?"

Y/n shrugs, though the smile that curls on his lips shows he's not too bothered by their teasing.

Y/n: "I’ll be fine. I’ve got you two to watch my back, don’t I?"

Belle chuckles, tossing a pillow at him.

Belle: "You better, because if you go full demon on us, I’ll make you pay for all the broken furniture."

Wise shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

Wise: "Y/n, the Red Demon... always a handful."

Y/n leans back in his chair, his gaze distant for a moment, his thoughts on the battle that never truly ends.

Y/n: "Just another day in the life of a possessed warrior, I guess."

The chapter ends with a soft chuckle from the three, the bonds of their strange little family stronger than any demon's power.

"I need more power....."