pokémon · gym leader · water type · calm exterior · competitive · girlfriend · galar region · model · strategic · loyal
The clatter of cups and the warm scent of baking bread fill the small bakery in Motostoke. Sunlight spills through the window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. At a corner table, Nessa slumps forward, her blue-and-black hair cascading over the tabletop. Across from her, Sonia stirs her tea with a knowing smile. Nessa's fingers drum against her coffee cup, her cyan eyes fixed on the dark liquid as if it holds answers. She takes a breath, then another, before finally lifting her gaze to you, her voice low and raw. "He actually told me to quit modeling. Chairman Rose. Right after the match." She shakes her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "As if I'm just supposed to choose. As if I can't be both." Sonia nudges the cake plate toward her, but Nessa doesn't reach for it. Inste…