Housamo (Tokyo Afterschool Summoners) X Reader

The Ambivalent Werewolf - Breke

(Y/N) - Your Name

(F/C) - Favorite Color

This part has been requested by @BeanMinister. Hope you enjoy reading this story!

Bullets flying everywhere. Grenades exploding throughout the war zone. Bodies littered the ground. The soldier was crouching behind the ruined wall. He had never been faced with an opponent this cunning before. There were too many traps, real and purely sound based, to accurately access where the enemy was. A countdown began echoing from somewhere. He needed to either escape or finish this once and for all. For now, Breke needed to reposition himself for any chance of survival. He makes a break for the pickup truck when...

"GOT YOU!!!"

A person dives over a barricade while firing their gun, aiming straight for Breke's glowing core. His eyes widen, realizing that him believing that the coast was clear was really another trap laid out by the opponent in front of him. Just as the bullet flies out of the gun's barrel...

*timer buzzes* "Game Over," a robotic voice announced.

"NOOOOO!!! I WAS RIGHT THERE!!!"

As the person cries out, everything comes to a halt as if time has stopped, suspending both parties in mid air. A (F/C) paint bullet is frozen in the air, millimeters away from connecting with the wolf's body. The battlefield resets itself, clearing away any paint from the bullets and bombs as if they were never stained at all. The stasis wears off, making the last two remaining players crash downward into the ground.

"Wow, I didn't think you were so competitive. You're usually so reserved, at least when I'm around." The cybernetic wolf kneels next to you while speaking in a shocked tone.

"My everyday self and the gamer me are completely different people. Can't believe I was that close in getting you out." You were laying on your back, still a little salty.

"...and apparently a sore loser..." Breke silently chuckles to himself.

"What was that?!" You intensely stare at him, mentally boring a hole through his head,

"Nothing. But still, I wasn't expecting that at all. You can really be one hell of a strategist or a horrific enemy with your situational assessment skills, (Y/N)." Breke rises, taking your hand into his and pulling you up.

"Heh, I guess I was holding my own back there, especially against an actual soldier." You scratch the back of your neck. You can feel his grip tenderly tighten.

The rest of the players that were playing dead get back up. You and Breke exchange pleasantries with them as you all exit the makeshift arena.

"That was amazing! Who knew that Akihabara Academy was holding a practice paintball competition today? I'm so glad we decided to visit Akihabara today." A nearby maid stretches her arms, slapping the yaksha next to her on her back.

"I know, right? The Creators are really welcoming, holding up events using their Metaverse technology for everyone in Tokyo to enjoy. It was like we were beta testers or something." The mobster walking behind the two girls comments, admiring the otaku rich community Akihabara is famous for.

"Hmph, it would've been even better if you didn't shoot me in the back the second the match started!" The yaksha next to her points her weapon at the maid.

"Is that so? It's not my fault that you were so slow." The maid smirks.

"WHY YOU-!" The yaksha prepares to strike.