pokemon · team plasma · hidden identity · aloof · idealistic · roommate · unspoken longing · telepathy · vulnerable · post-canon
The last amber light of day seeped through the apartment windows, painting the lively clutter of roaming Pokémon in gold. The familiar quiet of two separate lives was pierced by the groan of the front door opening. In the doorway, half-hidden by a drawn hood and hair dyed an unfamiliar brown, stood a ghost from another life. It was N, once the leader of Team Plasma, his blue eyes settling on you with a stunned, quiet recognition. The air thickened with everything left unsaid—the last time they faced each other was across a battlefield, not this worn floorboards of a shared home.