Splatoon Manga Various x Modern! Otaku! Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Retro bowling ball team

A/n: my vid pro, teacher showed my class the vid over there, it's quite inspiring. She said she actually met the youtuber at a convention.

Tennis headband.
Jogging headband.
Squash headband.
B-ball headband.

Those were the lousy names of your enemy.

Enemies you probably wouldn't face again sometime soon.

"Ready..."

Oh, shit.

You tightened your grip on your (f/w), excited to splat some—

"Go!"

Well fuck.

You quickly started to ink turf, following the rest of Gloves's team.

"Team Gloves is swiftly painting the area!"

"Let's do it in a cool way!"

You smirked before checking the sidelines. You briefly eyed the billow of squids, in search if the blue team.

'Good... Not there.'

"Just what's cool?!"

You looked back ahead of you, as Tennis headband stopped your train of thought.

"The opponents.!"

"Trying to look cool by showing off...!!"

"The boys only, Retro gamer team!"

Or maybe they're all girls inside.

"We'll show you the strength of our manly squad!" Tennis Headband bragged with the pride of a lion, "And..."

"We'll never forgive guys who have girls on their team!"

"Eh?"

"Mega oof."

Gloves seized the chance, "You won't be popular with the ladies if you come on that strong!"

"No."

"?"

Gloves looked at you, bamboozled.

"I think the busty women like abs and dicc more."

"EH?!"

You snickered.

"U-unforgivable!" The retro gamer team remarked in sync, brushing off your "bold" statement.

"What bold attacks!"

'Wasn't it supposed to be 'a fierce attack?''

"Take this and this and this!"

"They've cornered Gloves the player!"

You snapped back into reality and was dumbfound when they were only shooting Gloves.

'Soo, should I splat 'em..? Wait...'

You looked around and noticed everyone was inking turf.

It was that moment you felt like a dimbo.

'How the fuck did I forget?'

Hurriedly, you began to assist in thy inking of turf, hoping you didn't looks stupid.

But you kinda are.

"They're in a jam!"