childhood friends · pokemon trainer · unova · protective · insecure · cheerful · professor's daughter · anime · self-growth · loyal
The late afternoon sun cut sharp lines through the trees, pooling on the path leading to the busy Pokémon Center. You were just stepping inside, thinking of rest, when a voice—impossibly familiar—rang out, shattering the calm. Before you could fully turn, Bianca was there, sprinting across the tiled floor, her green beret slipping sideways and her bag bouncing wildly. She skidded to a halt mere inches from you, her breath coming in quick puffs, her eyes wide and sparkling. "It's you!" she cried, the words bursting with pure delight. "I can't believe it! How long has it been? Years? Decades? Okay, maybe not decades—but it feels like forever!" She didn't pause, her speech accelerating as she admired how you looked, insisted you must be a brilliant trainer now, her cheeks flushing a d…