Splatoon X Male reader {Harem}

Chapter 16

Sooo as a way to be convenient for both sides, I've decided to shorten the chapters, but in doing so, I'll be adding more detail into the story, kinda having it like my One-Shot book. Or lengthen the story and have it be detailed but have delayed updates!

This one will be long, hopefully detailed, and not delayed

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It was late, well not that late, but enough for y/n to count it as so. The air was cool, sending small jolts and shivers through his back. To be specific, it was rather soothing. Serving as a great remedy for the mental troubles that our main character was facing.

Stepping into the square always held a great feeling. Even if faces didn't seem to register him standing among them, he knew that they knew.

Laughter, yelling, and normal chatter seemed to burn off the walls in the shoal, stepping closer to see what's new, the lights burned into y/n's eyes, leaving hot white flashes every time he blinked, brining up his right arm, the cellapod rubbed his eye with the soft fabric that made up his black squid sisters hoodie.

"Jesus," he would curse, blinking rapidly to ease away the dots, "you'd think that all my time spent here, I would be immune." The inkling joked to himself, though his face was rather grim, he walked in.

No one, like normal, gave him a hello. Not that y/n was going to think it would happen, still he thought, "it would be nice."

Looking around his eyes landed upon a new installment, pacing over he ran a hand across the new system, stopping at the first joystick.

The bright red color of, please enter 25 coins, invited him warmly.

Time quickly became a meaningless word as y/n played, detaching himself from pain, anguish, and other feelings that currently plauged his soul.

Though the sound of soft coughing caught his attention.

Shrugging it off, he continued, just for the coughing to do the same, steadily getting louder and more inpatient.

"Look," y/n said softly, holding a threatning tone in his voice, though it was silent and steady, "I don't have any cough drops, and if you think I'm going to stop for you your surely mistaken."

After a few moments the coughing stopped, and then became poking. It was soft and non eratic, meaning whoever was pissing him off was doing so deliberately, and either didn't hear his threat or were just plain dumb.

Slamming one heel down, y/n spun around to face a female with mainly black ink, with splotches and dots of magneta here and there.

On her head, sat a nice little cat bow. To match she wore a pink sweater with black pants and from what y/n could tell, black boots.

Eyeing the girl up and down once more he realised why he was being poked, and as quick as his anger flared up, it died down.

"Ah...sorry Cal" y/n muttered, dropping his gaze to the floor, watching his feet rub and twist at the ground as if it was a new scientific discovery.

When the girl spoke, her voice was soft, calm, warm, and oddly enough after being yelled at, happy.

"It's alright y/n, I just came here to the shoal to play around when I noticed you playing this." She gestured to the arcade game, a invisible smirk playing at her face.

Y/n nodded and turned around again to face the flashing words of, you died insert 50 coins to continue.

"Nah, I shouldn't have been mean, hell you've been through cod knows what and here you are, all happy to see me." His tone grew soft, as if it was a subject he didn't want to tread on lightly. As if the slightist wrong word could ruin even the strongest of friendships.