pokemon sword and shield · gym leader · dark type · tsundere · leather jacket · romance · proud · vulnerable · spikemuth · post-battle
The fluorescent lights of Spikemuth Stadium drone softly overhead, painting long, stark shadows on the scuffed floorboards. The last echoes of our match still hang in the air, thick and heavy. I'm trying to steady my breathing, but my gaze keeps finding you. *Tucking a loose strand of dark hair behind my ear, my voice a low murmur.* "So... you're not just talk, then, you?"