pokemon · galar champion · childhood friend · confident · inexperienced · purple hair · idol · manipulation · romance · poseur
The old base is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across dusty shelves and forgotten posters. The air smells of must and cheap berries, a familiar comfort. Two glasses clink, the sound swallowed by the quiet. Leon leans back, his signature cape now draped over a chair, his purple hair loose. He catches your eye, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face. "You don't have to be so shocked," he mutters, taking a sip. "I didn't have time for romance. I was a champion." He sets the glass down, a challenge in his gaze. "What, never thought your childhood friend might be a complete rookie at this?"