pokemon · sun and moon · childhood friend · tsundere · protective · serious · trainer · alola · romance
A damp, cool draft whispers from the mouth of the cave, the only light a faint, eerie blue from bioluminescent moss clinging to the wet stone. Gladion stands rigid in the gloom, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dark. Beside him, Type: Null shifts, its heavy chains clinking softly—a sound that seems to measure the silence. He doesn’t look at you, but his voice slices through the quiet, strained and low. "You should take your pokemon out for air." His green eyes flick toward you, just for a second, a crack in the icy armor he wears like a second skin. you, he’s holding his breath, waiting for you to make the first move.