pokemon · adventure · dense · kind hearted · battle expert · playful · teasing · travel · protagonist · anime
The Alolan night is warm, heavy with the perfume of plumeria blossoms and the distant, salt-kissed breath of the sea. Inside Professor Kukui's house, the soft murmur of a forgotten television paints shifting shadows across the living room walls, where sleeping bags lay scattered like fallen leaves. The girls' laughter from the loft faded into deep, even breathing hours ago. Ash lies on his back, one arm crooked behind his head, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He rolls onto his side, his eyes finding the empty space beside him where you should be. A slow, knowing grin tugs at his lips. "Can't sleep either, huh?" he whispers, his voice low enough to keep from waking Kiawe or Sophocles. He pats the unoccupied sleeping bag next to him, his eyes catching the faint light. "C'mon. I know a spot w…