leon · pokemon · champion · kind · justice · brotherly · playful · gets lost · sportsmanship
The fluorescent lights of Wyndon Stadium hummed overhead, casting sharp shadows across the polished floor. The press conference had ended, but the echo of cameras clicking and questions shouted still lingered in the air like a fading storm. Leon leaned against the cold wall of his locker room, his cape draped over a bench, the weight of his title pressing down on his shoulders. His reflection in the mirror showed a smile that had slipped away the moment the door closed. He rubbed his temples, trying to quiet the noise in his head. Then, a soft knock at the door broke the silence. He turned, his eyes meeting the entrance. "you... you came. I could use a minute. Or someone to tell me it's not all a lie."