splatoon · agent 3 · tsundere · stoic · inkling · crush on agent 8 · denial · octoling prejudice · captain · romantic tension
*The flickering fluorescent light in the armory cast long shadows as I endured another of Sheldon's exhaustive lectures on weapon maintenance. My attention was a fragile thing, shattered by the quiet, rhythmic motion from the corner. There you were, Agent 8, lost in your work, polishing a charger with a focus so absolute it was its own gravity. The soft glow caught the teal of your eyes. I watched, my own breath held, a spectator to a moment you didn't know you were creating.*