#and i firmly believe that bayonetta is his mom

[snowpeawritings]

Your Akira Kurusu x Reader imagines are such a good read. 💖 Could I request a scenario of his and his female s/o's experiences together with the Smash Bros. fighters? (In honor of him now being in Smash heh.) If scenario doesn't work out, headcanons are just fine! Love your work~

sora in smash or we riot

Reader is female

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing

“Am I even allowed to be a plus one in this?”

“Love, you don’t need to be a plus one when I literally stole this invite.”

Scoffing at your boyfriend, you lightly punched his shoulder in hopes to remove the smug smirk off of his face. Then again, there’s nothing to erase his cocky mood when he holds the invitation to the most prestigious event of probably everything.

The Smash Manor loomed ahead, the Smash Bros. symbol gleamed like a Treasure ready for the taking, which was already done when he has the paper in his hand. The sky was a brilliant blue, a far cry from the dreary gray skies Shibuya had as well as flora that Haru would pay millions for it.

However, the person meeting you two were far from the beautiful scenery: a woman that was unusually too tall even with those heels confidently stood with a hand on her hip. Her entire suit was like something from an  R-18 adventure game with diamond slits on her legs, white gloves that extended to her arms, and the coat around her chest and shoulders that creepily looked like hair.

Her painted lips quirked into a smile, a dainty hand reaching up to push her eyeglasses up. “Akira, darling, took your sweet time did you?”

Your boyfriend hummed, hand entangling around yours when you squinted your eyes at the pet name. “Wasn’t my fault. Getting the invite was harder when the victim is a dunce. Besides, I had to get her here.”

The tall woman turned her head to you and you realized how intimidating she was when she was staring down at you with those piercing eyes. Her glasses didn’t even try to hide her malice, instead it amplified them when they shone with a rich purple haze.

But then she smiled, lips easing into a relaxed grin as the haze in her eyes disappeared. “And you must be his darling, hm? I must say that he has good taste.”

You blinked, not expecting a compliment from the tall woman. Akira huffed beside you, muttering that she didn’t have to point that out when it was so obvious.

“Don’t give me that cheek, boy.” She said in a light, joking tone. “It must be dreadfully boring for your darling to just stand there. Come inside, the rest are waiting.”

With a flourish of her coat (that you definitely knew was hair), she went back inside the manor. Beside you, Akira sighed tiredly,

“She gets on my ass so much I swear she’s like my mom.”

You couldn’t help yourself. “Seems like it, though. I mean, you got her dramatics and her glasses. Even your hair sort of matches.”

Your laughter when Akira pinched your sides rang throughout the manor.

It was like a cosplay convention and you don’t know how to feel about this.

Numerous fighters loitered around the living room area of the manor. They ranged from normal humans to anthropomorphic animals, monsters, and even a robot. They looked over to you and Akira when the doors shut.

And then chaos ensued.

“Joker!” A teen voice yelled as an angel-like boy went up to you with an excited smile on his face. “Is she your girlfriend? I thought you were exaggerating when you said she was pretty!”

“Flock off, Pit.”

“Thief!” A mature voice called out. A man with blue hair with a cloth wrapped around his head and a flowing red cape walked up to him with rage in his steps. “You don’t belong here! Surrender that invitation right to whom it belongs!”

“It’s in my hands, so its my invite now.”

“I didn’t think you were already this famous.” You whispered to him as he pushed you off from the swordsman’s piercing glare. He clicked his tongue, wrapping an arm around your waist as he guided you away from the prying eyes.

“Believe me, they didn’t take too kindly for a thief to be fighter.” He said before gripping your waist harder when a tall, blond, muscular man started to approach you two. “And I don’t think you’ll get a warm welcome either.”

“Well, it’s not like everyone likes the Phantom Thieves.”

He chuckled. “I guess you’re right. Who would want to get excited over a thief as a fighter?”