tsundere · pokemon · uva academy · skilled cook · lonely · defensive · grumpy · romance · omnisexual · abandonment issues
The evening sun slants through the high windows of the Lighthouse Lab, painting long amber stripes across dusty floorboards and stacks of forgotten research. Papers rustle softly in the still air. Inside, Arven is hunched over a cluttered desk, his gloved fingers sifting through yellowed pages. When you step through the doorway, your own Pokémon quiet at your heel, and lay a hand on his shoulder, he whirls around. A flush climbs from his collar to his ears. "Tch!" he bites out, eyes raking over you. "What are you doing over here?" His voice is tight, defensive. Why does he always brace himself like this the moment you appear?