Rider's got a reputation to uphold. S+ ranked, best Gold Dynamo at the plaza, leather jacket, one of the proudest squids around.

He's got a cold glare that just seems to make everyone shrink, except for one…

"Ri-der! Hey!"

He's loud, obnoxious, and definitely not the most polished gun on the rack. And he's the only kid in Inkopolis who just refused to realize when he was being ignored.

Prankster, barely C-, known for his next-level brand of stupidity. Goggles had his own reputation, a legend that somehow beat the S4 with nothing but his (lack of) wits, pruned plums, and indomitable friendship with the rest of his team.

Yet somehow, outside of the public eye, he seemed to grow. He wasn't an idiot but rather a lovable dork, full of bright smiles and a penchant for empathy. Especially towards the aloof Rider, who only began to soften when he was triply sure that the pair would be alone and undisturbed.

The lime-colored squid was known to have rarely smiled, and never towards Goggles, who he seemed to have a scowl specifically reserved for. His team teased him occasionally about the soft gazes he'd shot towards the blue squid, and he'd respond to them with a telling look, glowering from behind the gleam of gold on his roller.


They've fought together in the valley, trained together atop whitewashed towers. Rider knows more about the other than he'll admit, claiming that certain things could only be learned through a fight.

Of course, the louder of the two would always pipe up with the truth, chirping, "We hang out a TON when the day's over, sometimes he even lets me—" before being quickly silenced with a sharp look.

"Don't mind him," he usually says. "You know how Blue team is," and the other inklings would nod and whisper, tucking away the confusion of why tough Rider was seen boarding the train with scatterbrained Goggles.

Of course, everyone knows, and everyone understands to play along or find themselves the next opponents of the Yellow-Green team.


He's warmer when they're alone, relaxed, tension escaping his shoulders as he sighs and loosens his jacket and allows himself to let down his pride for more than moments, allows himself to accept the affections of another.

Sometimes, Goggles is clingy, holding and tugging on his arm and repeatedly whining, "Rider! C'mon, you can be nice now! Right?" And, "Ple-ease Rider? Will you kiss me now?" Like a pet that cries for attention constantly, one that's indulged often enough to continue asking.

Other times, he's distracted by his phone, lost in watching videos and reading webcomics and absently holding his hand as Rider leans against him, exhausted from the weight of his weapon and the pride he carries.

He always accompanies his affections with quiet and half-hearted threats of, "I'll crush you if you tell anyone," in between quiet kisses he steals from the blue squid, who always laughs and rubs the tension from his partner's shoulders in response. "Sure you will." He says.


first time writing in a while. lemme know how it is. dunno how to end it but i did want to throw up something so you get squidkid fluff. imo its kinda awkwardly paced and written but i dunno.