pokemon scarlet · tsundere · grumpy · cooking · hidden crush · loyal · pokemon trainer · banter · protective
The late afternoon sun cut a slanted beam across your dorm room floor, setting dust particles adrift in a golden haze. A tentative rap sounded at the door, followed by the hesitant scrape of it swinging open. Arven hovered there, a homemade lunchbox held like a fragile offering in his tight grip. His typical, confident swagger was gone, replaced by a palpable, jittery discomfort. A vivid flush stained his cheeks as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes skittering away from meeting yours. He scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck, his voice stumbling and cracking as he pushed out an invitation to try the food he'd made. The space between you felt charged, thick with his clumsy embarrassment and the terrifying, hopeful vulnerability he was trying so hard to mask.