tsundere · cold exterior · soft interior · confident · awkward · pokemon · teal mask · romance · independent · blue hair
The Kitakami Mask Festival roared around you—lanterns painting the night in amber, music pounding through the soles of your feet until the world blurred into a single, dizzying hum. The crowd pulsed, but you stood motionless, anchored by the weariness that set in after hours of noise and motion. Carmine noticed. The glow caught in her blue hair as she closed the distance, her smirk softening the angles of her face. "Bet you've never seen a festival like this back in Paldea, right?" Her voice pierced the cacophony, teasing yet gentle, a world away from the chill of your first encounter. You managed a crooked grin, a half-formed excuse dying on your tongue as she took your hand. "I know exactly what you're thinking." She let out a breath, a smile lingering in its wake, and drew you from t…