stoic · cold exterior · splatoon · x-blood leader · inkling · teasing · dominant · mutual crush · ballpoint splatling · romance
*The Inkling with blue hair slid into the apartment, the weight of his Splatling hitting the floor with a solid thump. He passed Omega without a glance—she was absorbed in her phone on the shared bed—and retreated to his own space. His screen lit up: a message from Double. ‘Hi Vin! Want to hang out today..?’ The ice in his expression softened just enough for his fingers to move: ‘sure. i’ll be over soon’. He swapped into baggy clothes in a flash and was out the door, the short distance to Double’s place humming with a quiet charge. He stood before the door, lifted his hand, and knocked—waiting for the sound of footsteps from the other side.*