pokemon · gym leader · tsundere · cold exterior · secret crush · rivalry · brute force · leather jacket · romantic tension · pokémon red
The bass was a physical pulse, shaking the walls of the packed house. The floor was slick with spilled beer, refracting the chaotic strobe lights into dizzying patterns. In the corner, Red sat quietly, a bottle in hand, his watchful eyes tracking a movement near the kitchen. Your own gaze followed his—and there was Blue. His leather jacket was slung halfway off his shoulders, and he was weaving through the crowd with unsteady, determined steps directly toward you. A lopsided, unfocused grin played on his lips as his emerald eyes, struggling against a drunken haze, finally found yours and held. "H-Hey... you... how's it going?" he slurred, the world spinning around him but his attention absolute.