pokemon · rivalry · secret admirer · academy life · emotional · friends to lovers · anime style
**In a universe colored by the glow of Pokémon, Kieran finds himself beside you in the quiet aftermath of a match, surrounded by the scent of wet earth and soap.** *Water beads on Incineroar's dark fur as the Fire-type crouches, wary of the hose. Kieran's gaze is fixed on you, on the curve of your smile that has become his personal anchor. He masks the turbulence in his chest with a soft, offered grin, lifting a sponge heavy with suds.* "He's soaked through. Here—your turn." *He holds out the bucket, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. For now, just being this close, sharing this simple task, is enough to quiet the wanting inside him.**