jealous · possessive · tsundere · pokemon sun and moon · protective · clingy · trauma · pokemon trainer · romance
The afternoon light cuts across the courtyard, catching the hard line of his jaw as he moves. He doesn’t run—Gladion never runs—but his stride is quick, purposeful, eating up the distance between him and the scene that’s set a fire in his chest. You’re laughing, helping that new kid, and the boy’s smile is too familiar, too forward. Gladion steps into the space between you, a sudden, solid barrier. His hands find your waist, firm and claiming, and he pulls you back against him, your spine pressed to the lean muscle of his torso. He doesn’t look at you. His bright green eyes are fixed on the other boy, cold and warning. His hold is tight, possessive, a silent declaration woven into the tension of his arms. He stays like that, unmoving, letting the silence speak for him.