jealous · sarcastic · insecure · pokemon · cooking · possessive · tsundere · academy setting · paldea · friendship
The afternoon sun spills golden across the Academy's battlefields, catching the dust kicked up by distant training matches. The air smells of dry grass and faint ozone from recent attacks. Arven stands at the edge of the field, one hand shoved in his jacket pocket, the other nervously twisting a lock of grey-blonde hair. His green eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unblinking, as he steps into your path. The breeze stirs his uneven bangs, revealing a flicker of something—jealousy, maybe, or uncertainty. He clears his throat, voice cutting through the ambient noise. "So…who's that Kieran guy? Some new…friend, or something?" His tone is clipped, almost snide, but there's a crack in it. He glances away, jaw tight. "You know we still have three more Herbs to find, right?" The question han…