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Pink Menace Aloha x Reader oneshot Word Count: 2.2k Author note: Extremely sorry this took forever, this is my first time doing a request so I was extremely clueless the whole time.

A 3 game winning streak was a great way to start the weekend. Your team was on their way to completing their 4th game at Arowana Mall. While your teammates stayed in the front, spraying ink across any paintable surface along the shops, you stayed in the back above a clothing display with a charged-up splatling, keeping an eye out for any of your allies who were possibly in danger. With this strategy, you landed yourself another successful win to add to your streak. Judd whistled, signifying the end of the match. Hearing this, both your team and the opposing one walked away from the shopping mall, now covered in bright puddles of ink in contrasting colours. “Good game. Are you guys up for another round?” The opposing team's captain shook their head, remaining slumped on a metal bench in the locker room.

“I think me and the others need a break.” His teammates nodded half-heartedly in agreement as they walked behind at a sluggish pace.

“Alright, see ya around then.” Your team returned to the lobby, waving back to your previous opponents as they departed the building. Feeling energetic, your team decided to stay; unfortunately, you had gone to the plaza during the early morning, meaning less people were in the lobby compared to midday. Unfortunately, this also meant those who had happened to be there weren’t interested in a turf war match or were not fully equipped yet to play.

At least that’s what you thought until you heard wild laughter erupt from a group you hadn’t seen until now. A group of pink inklings stood in an isolated corner of the lobby. The group appeared to be quite close, throwing friendly jokes and insults at each other. At the centre of the group stood an inkling leaning against the lobby wall, his arms crossed in a relaxed manner, like he owned the place.

From the bright pink hue of his tentacles to the confident look on his face, as well as his blue holiday themed shirt, you deduced that he was Aloha. You had never gotten the opportunity to see him face-to-face. From what you heard, he was a member of a group called the S4, a group made up of 4 S-rank teams that were said to be the strongest turf players in the area. Despite being the 2nd weakest in the team, his team was still quite strong; they were all famous for having impressive acrobatic abilities on the battlefield and a strong group chemistry. Your gaze drifted away from the group towards the ring of people around the team, staying their distance yet continuously glancing back to make comments, with a few making an occasional squeal (presumably fangirls).

“No way is that Team Pink from the S4?!” One of your teammates exclaimed in surprise.

“It looks like it, I didn’t know they came to the plaza this early in the morning.” Another remarked. You listened briefly to their comments as your head began to tune out the chatter between your teammates as you thought for a second. This may have been an S-rank team, but your team had been improving recently in their combat prowess; perhaps, seeing as no one else was motivated enough to play a game, you could take this as an opportunity to gain some experience.

One of your teammates noticed the look on your face; their eyebrows arched, but as realisation dawned on them, their eyes widened in surprise, and finally, their eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think we’re ready for them yet." From that phrase, the others quickly caught on, making their own remarks.

“I second that thought.”

“Don’t be so negative; I think we might have a shot.”

“A shot at public humiliation?”

Just before the clamour could reach its crescendo, you cleared your throat, silencing everyone. “I understand everyone’s reluctance, but look at our progress these past few months.” There were a collection of nods in the group: “We’ve all ranked up from B to A; our ability to coordinate and communicate has increased significantly; plus, everyone’s been improving on their weaknesses.” Your teams gaze flitted back and forth between each other, pondering the points you made: “Besides, if we get our butts kicked by these guys, does it matter? We may not win, but we’ll get some experience outta this at least” you watched as your teammates stood slightly taller, the fear, and reluctance remaining but also hope and confidence.

With everyone in collective agreement, you approached Aloha and his team. With each step you took, inklings started to whisper as they noticed your advance. Some asked questions about your group; others wondered if you were planning on challenging the S4 member; but the most reoccurring comments were doubts in your team’s ability.

An inkling wearing a snorkel nudged Aloha gently, gesturing to your group. “Hey-” The rowdy group quieted down, their attention drawn to you and your team.

“You’re Aloha right, from the S4.”

“That’d be me; now who’s the pretty person asking?”

So the rumours of him being a flirt were definitely true. You introduce yourself and the rest of your team, getting straight to the point: “We want to play a turf war against your team.”

“Not sure I’m in the mood right now, it’s really early.” He slumped back dramatically as he did a fake yawn. "Besides, I haven’t heard of you guys before. Think you could hold your own?”

You rolled your eyes, It was expected he would look down on you. “Big talk for a group of slackers.” His teammates just laughed at your remark, mumbling about how pointless a match would be, but Aloha stayed oddly silent with a look of amusement in his eyes. Behind the grin across his features, he was contemplating looking between your teammates, then back at you, until he finally piped up.

"Alright, I accept, but I choose the map.”

“Deal”

You made your way to Mahi Mahi Resort after a short bus trip and a lot of back-and-forth quips. Emerging from the resort lobby onto the white wooden flooring. The iconic, giant squid-shaped pool sat at the centre of the outdoor area, surrounded by faded yellow umbrellas and lounging chairs. Some quick set-up and your team spawned on one side of the map; a small blip could be heard on the other side, signalling your opponent’s entrance onto the field.

“3, 2, 1”

“GO!”

As the rest of your team dashed ahead, you stayed behind, inking the spawn. Being a back-liner was definitely a lot less eventful since you were away from the main action, but it never made you feel you were missing out or lacking in anyway. You weren’t the fastest on your team, but what you couldn’t do in agility, you made up for in offensive power. As the person with the longest range, it was your priority to keep an eye on your teammates and cover for their vacancies around the map so they could focus on taking care of Pink Team.

After the first minute, more than half the map had been covered in your team’s bright ink as they cautiously made their way closer to the opposing side. It had been suspiciously peaceful for a match against an S+ team. A creeping suspicion dawned on you as you advanced forward to the middle. Aloha and his teammate Diver walked around as if having a leisure stroll through a literal battlefield, not paying much care for the game around them.

You grit your teeth, typical for the S-rank inkling to not care about a turf match. Seeing that he didn’t care, it wouldn’t hurt to play around. The barrel of your splatling spun slowly until it reached halfway to a full cycle, releasing a barrage right between the two inklings and successfully catching their attention. The duo dodged quickly acknowledging your presence now (or no longer ignoring, you weren’t quite sure). You raised a hand and waved a faux apology. "Sorry, was I interrupting you two? It looked like a real important conversation was happening.”

“My bad cutie, won’t keep you waiting anymore then." This little-

You quickly reloaded, unleashing a second barrage along the S4 member’s path in an attempt to remove one problem from the scene. "Dang, nice form you got there,” he commented, dodging the shots annoyingly well.

“Didn’t realise you were a splatling user." You sarcastically commented. This again?

“I’m not, but it does compliment your body." A flush rose to your cheeks; admittedly, you should have seen that one coming. Admist the word exchange, you lost your footing. Two shots of pink ink hit your gut instantly, like a swift punch, as you burst into a puddle. Every time you respawned, you swear you could feel the recoil of the shots aching under your skin. After a short moment of grumbling, keeled over in the safety of your spawn, you made a dash for a nearby vantage point to see what was happening around the map.

During your absence, the pink team’s splattershot user had made a snipe position on one of the elevated platforms, keeping your teammates on their toes and splatting them more regularly than you preferred. She hadn’t seemed to notice you had respawned yet, luckily.

You took this as an opportunity to attempt a pushback. Quietly stepping away from your secluded spot and charging up a short barrage, just as you took aim, the sound of a certain pink squid taking a shot broke your concentration. His gun pointed towards you, hitting your arm, making the grip on your splatling loosen. For a brief moment, you glanced down at the inkling, and just as he aimed for a second shot, hastily you withdrew from the conflict towards the safety of your base. Quickly retreating into the ink using swim form you circled around to lower ground to catch your opponents off guard from the ground.

This back-and-forth banter went on for a while. You would try to splat him from a distance, he would say some sort of compliment about your looks or skills, and you would remark about his ability. This went on for quite a while until the 30 second mark hit, the current music changing into a variation of now and never not that you noticed much with your heart beat pounding in your ears.

The realisation came to you in that moment while you were trying to deal with the annoying leader of your opponents. Your team has been pushed back quite a bit.

One of your mid-range users was having difficulty against a light-footed roller main. With the careless inkling’s back turned to you, tightening the grip on your splatling, with a few barrel rotations, you built up a short barrage, incapacitating her enough for your teammate to deal the final blow. Your luck started to turn around from that point on as you dealt with your wild opponents one by one.

Two shots landed on you and the neighbouring ground, and you retaliated with a swift stream along the path of the party animal who ambushed you.

The two of you danced around each other, attempting to splat each other before the match ended.

He jumped suddenly, going high above your head. With a full charge, you heard a few pops, signalling that you had hit him a few times. As he landed, you quickly charged your gun again, aiming for his head. As he landed, the inkling brought his gun up towards you, ready to pull the trigger when:

“GAME!!!”

Judd blew a whistle, signalling the end of the match. Cheers erupted from the crowd watching along the pool’s edge, mostly towards Aloha and his team, but some individuals congratulated your team. “Not bad, not bad at all.” Aloha stood up in a more relaxed position as he walked towards the rest of his team. You weren’t sure, but for a moment, it looked like he was surprised that you hit him.

You exited the stage with your team, satisfied to have put up a good fight, at least. Your team made their way out of the lobby to the plaza, and as your team went ahead to the plaza, you got stopped by Aloha.

“Good game; I’ll admit you exceeded my expectations.” He stretched out a palm, staring straight at you with a smirk. Returning the gesture, you stretched your palm out to meet his hand with a strong shake.

“Good game, but I’ll beat you next time, for sure!” You confidently declared. For a brief moment, you could see the corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement.

"Well, I’ll look forward to seeing you then.” As he walked away, you felt a piece of paper in your hand. Now resting on your palm was a pastel pink note with a phone number written in hot pink. You looked up to meet his gaze, and as your eyes landed on the pink inkling, you could see he was staring right back at you while making a phone gesture with his hand that likely meant "Call me."

For the second time that day, you found your cheeks flushed.

Bonus:

You put the phone number into your contacts app, and after typing in the number, setting the name as Aloha felt a bit boring, so you opted for “Pink menace”.

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