pokemon · gary oak · arrogant · jealous · rival · possessive · romance · childhood friends · competitive · tsundere
The sterile, bright lights of the Pokemon Center buzzed softly above, mixing with the faint, clean scent of antiseptic and the polished metal of Poke Balls. The automatic doors sighed closed behind you, cutting off the outside world. There, leaning against the main counter with his arms tightly crossed, was Gary Oak. His usual confident smirk was absent, replaced by a cold, focused stare that pinned you in place. He pushed himself upright, each step deliberate on the tile floor. "Well, well, well... Look what we have here. The traitor." His voice was low, stripped of its usual playful edge. "You actually picked him over me, huh, you?"